I like to make fun of Canadians.
It is an easy straw man to take down, nobody is going to defend them or accuse you of being a Xenophobe.
I have a feeling that my comfort in mocking all things Canadian is really based in a deep seeded insecurity based on the fact that my country seems to be running on economic, political and cultural fumes, these north of the border fuckers are living the life.
I have been their on many occasions and never once had a bad time. I have never met a shitty person, and they seem to love and support all the right things. Plus they have some of the best comedians and bands in the world. There is something pure about it. None of the contrived edge that Americans seem to copt in droves as a way to stand out but really just end up getting lumped in.
So why the backhanded complement to all things Canadian?
Winnipeg's indie rock band Imaginary Cities.
I just downloaded Imaginary Cities amazing album Temporary Resident and it knocked me on my ample but flat ass. Soulful, edgy and beautiful Imaginary Cities is exactly what I needed to lift me above the funk of folk music I have been mired in.
I want to scream their names at strangers and than do topless interpretive dance on a sweaty subway platform to Ride It Out.
Ride It Out is a slow burner that picks up speed and momentum until it explodes into a splatter of sass that makes one need a freshly squeeze lemonade to rehydrate from. I absolutely love Imaginary Cities and want to make a featurette for HBOs Real Sex about my fetish for Ride It Out.