Lyrics to Wolf Parade - Apologies to the Queen Mary have been posted here. Thanks to quark at #it for transcribing.

Keep in mind these are all a guess at this point. Both Dan and Spencer's voice sounds like feedback, and there's no lyrics in the liner notes. If you can fill in any of the blanks or have corrections, please e-mail me.

FatCat Records has posted the video for Animal Collective - Grass. It's all Photoshop embossed, OK to watch once. The song itself is still 2005 song of the year. Can't be (banshee) beat.

Pitchfork gives Wolf Parade - Apologies to the Queen Mary a 9.2. My guess was it was going to be 9.1. Coke Machine Glow gives it 92% as well. Stylus gives it an A.

I've got about 90% of the lyrics. I'll post them later today.

When I got the tickets for the Architecture in Helsinki / Wolf Parade show, the venue was listed as 156 W. Hastings Artspace (Alley Entrance). Great, a show in an unventilated art gallery in the heroin capital of Canada, in the alley no less!

I got the tickets for the Wolf Parade, a band I've been mentioning online and off for a while now. A.I.H. is a fine band as well that have put out 2 fine albums, but Wolf Parade is a band I needed to see.

I heard the first 2 self-titled EP's online around this time last year. My dad had died months earlier, and I was still in disbelief. The Arcade Fire album had also come out around then, and as much as it helped me, it was an album about death and recovery, but mostly hope. Hope is fine later, but then, it was just shock. Disbelief. Wolf Parade's Dear Sons And Daughters of Hungry Ghosts was a song about disbelief. A piercing, violent, clang-filled fuck you to God's plans and your own false bravado.

The entire EP sounded like someone in the band lost a family member and completely lost it. It was there in the song titles and the multiple songs about ghosts. But mostly it's right there in the guy's voice. I read later in an interview with the Montreal Mirror where front man Dan Boeckner explains that his last band fell apart after someone in his family passed away suddenly and he "lost it".

So, I was pretty excited for the show. I got there at around 9, walked down the alley. My friend couldn't make it to the show, so I sold the extra ticket I had to an A.I.H. fan who did the whirlwind after he got a ticket. I didn't know it was possible to get that excited about A.I.H. I told him these types of things tend to work out.

The venue was an art gallery. Or half of the art gallery. It was a long room with wood pannelled walls, and yup, no ventilation. So it was hot in there with 100+ people.

Even though it doesn't come out till this Tuesday, they were selling the new Apologies to the Queen Mary album at the merch table. The local indie record shops must be pissed. I picked that up and the hard to find 2nd EP. It'll be hard to find untill it gets reprinted and repackaged a year from now.

Opening band was Dr. Dog, which I've heard here and there before and even mentioned in the NYTimes. Much more memorable live than on the mp3s I had downloaded from their site. Songs had a nice summer time vibe.

Wolf Parade was next. Each band member was already on stage setting up their own equipment. No roadies quite yet. The place was hot and crowded. I was soaked. After singing It's a Curse, Dan mentioned he was about to faint during the song. It was that hot.

An aside: if you're a short girl and the place is crowded shoulder to shoulder and you want to get to the front, just go fuck right off. Your ugly friend with all the shit in her face too.

They had to play an abbreviated set because the show was going long. Dr. Dog got on late because of trouble they had crossing the border, and they probably had to have the show done by midnight. They played all the songs I wanted to hear from Apologies to the Queen Mary, except for Grounds for Divorce.

I would have stayed for A.I.H. but it was too fucking hot in there.

A year ago, I listened to Wolf Parade for that feeling of disbelief. It's a year later, and even though the new album Apologies to the Queen Mary is an album of songs gathered from the earlier EPs and a few new ones, it is become an album of hope and recovery for me, and not one of despair.

This heart's on fire, but it's getting better all the time.

Because Whitey hates it when i say 'Whitey':

Whitest Thing I've Heard in a While:
white guy: what the frig?

Previously on Whitest Thing I've Heard in a While:

• Anytime I hear Chappelle, I think of Chappelle from 24