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I've been regulary stopping in to check our the most recent entries in THSP. I just read this one and felt the need to share it. Does this belong to a Hipbaser?

The Bastard Mckenzi

I was very excited to have new friends who were interested in different things. One of thease things was travelling to different cities to see rock concerts, or sporting events. The first road trip I made was with several of my friends to see my favourite band, the hip. Two cars went to hamilton that day. One had four of my friends in it. The other had myself, Mckenzi the bastard, and two girls who Mckenzi was desperetly tring to seduce. Now you have to know Mckenzi, he is about 5 feet tall, bald, a computer geek, and he knew strippers by there first name. I don't know how I got stuck with the guy in his car, but I remember watching my friends drive south twards hamilton in another car as we proceeded west taking a wrong turn twards god knows where. Mckenzi's only reply was I can get us there, don't worry. I thought I was going to miss My first concert. After stopping in nowhere Toronto to discover the proper directions we finally made our way to the concert. We missed Part of the Rheostatics but we caught the rest of the show. On the way home Mckenzi decided to spend the night at one of the girls he brought with him houses. I told Mckenzi that I had to be in school the next day and we decided before the show that we were going home. My other friends had already went home and Mckenzi, Who wanted to get some action of one of the canine girls he brought with him told me we are staying. So I was pissed off because I knew I was in store for a long night of Mckenzi's, desperate, I look like a textbook area 51 alien minus the green tinge, I am really cool, love me, bullshit. We got to the girls house and I told Matt I have to be home by 10 so I can catch my second class. If you don't take me home I am going to beat the shit out of you and steal your car. He said ok. One of the girls found me a couch in a livingroom downstairs, full of cats. I found a corner, of the cleanest couch I could find, and tried to sleep. At 2am one of the girls woke me up by talking threw a PA system they had in the house. I can't remember what she said. I remeber only my reply. You had better be getting Laid you scronny little bitch. That was the last time that night I heard frmm them, but the cats seemed to want to cuddle with my face. I remember throwing one of them against the wall. Sorry PETA. The next morning I woke up Mckenzi at 8:30. I told him we have to go. But he didn't care. He had a slow way about him. I think he had some sorta chromazone problem. He never got laid, I asked him on the way home and he said. Its not like that at all Jay, thease girls are just really good friends of mine. I got home at 11am, and got to school for my last class tired. That was the first Hip show. I have seen them about 15 times in total. As for Mckenzi, he went on to ruin severl more road trips for me and my friends. One time he decided to have a nap because he was too tired to drive the rest of the way home. Home was 2kms away. I slapped him in the back of the head and said drive now or I am walking. He told me he was going to slap me back. That was the funniest thing he had ever said to me. The final straw was a Toronto Montreal game. I was driving a rental Van, and several of my friends to Montreal. We were to pick Mckenzi up at 11am to be on the road. He was told to be there. But he wasn't. We found him at 12am and he told us to wait. I had friends who were on the road at 4am so they could be on time. I yelled at Mckenzi infront of everyone and called him a usless. He cryed. I felt bad. We never took him on a trip again.

HAHA! That should somehow be published in the next cd... or a portion of it AT LEAST@! :lol: :lol: :lol:

Jack Handey's 1st Hip show?

Holy crap, that's just too goofy for words! :lol:

That Hip Story sounds like a cross between a Seinfeld episode and Napoleon Dynamite (with the slapping and all).

Shane Kroeker Wrote:That Hip Story sounds like a cross between a Seinfeld episode and Napoleon Dynamite (with the slapping and all).

HAHA yes it does. Great story.

It's a great story, but it's barely readable. I will never understand how anyone can write "run-on paragraphs".

10.0 for content; -9.8 for composition for a total score of 0.2

Quick, somebody sell the boy some line-breaks, for GOrD's sake!

scottitude Wrote:10.0 for content; -9.8 for composition for a total score of 0.2

Testify! Grammar is your friend, young man. Don't fight it's happy influence on your story-telling.

i think the hip story project is a pretty cool idea...i thought i would share a story there...i'll post it here too...

here's the story i chose to share...wrote it a few years ago when the hip played the day before canada day on citadel hill in halifax. fantastic concert!...anyway, from june 30th, 2002...



"Hip Day!...Canada Day!"


Citadel Hill in Halifax was the scene of a celebration in Canadian music this past Sunday. It was a celebration like no other and one which most will not soon forget. The concert was supposed to be a pre-cursor to Canada Day festivities in the city but for most it seemed to be celebration enough, as patriotism reached an unprecedented level. The hill was a tapestry of maple leafs from top to bottom.

Things got underway with Buck 65 and his unique brand of spoken word, poetry and rap over little known loops and beats. Then Crush took the stage. They played radio friendly pop tunes that were well received by an appreciative audience. Unfortunately for both openers, an overwhelming amount of people were either moving around or didn’t arrive until the beginning of Sarah Harmer’s set.

The majority of people I spoke to before the show were excited to see Sarah Harmer, and therefore decided to skip the two openers. Waiting to arrive meant that they were greeted by long lines and only two ticket windows at which to purchase tickets. As a result, people waiting in line to buy tickets wound up missing most or all of her set, which was a collection of fantastic tunes delivered by one of the most angelic voices in Canadian music today. Haligonians have known her since her days leading a band called Weeping Tile, and have always treated Sarah Harmer’s unique blend of folk, country, and pop with enthusiasm. Sunday was no exception, especially when she was joined onstage by The Tragically Hip’s front man Gord Downie for a live rendition of their recently released single entitled “Silver Road”. Her set was interwoven with new and old material, but almost always there are Canadian references to Canadian interests. She has always had a connection with the east coast, writing songs like Westray and being inspired by books like Hugh MacLellan’s Barometer Rising.

The line-ups continued into Our Lady Peace’s set, which is a shame because they really put on a fine performance. Some of their past efforts in Halifax have, let’s say, left a lot to be desired. Sunday’s show was definitely promoting the new album, Gravity, but concert-goers did get a chance to sing along with some of their favorites like Clumsy and Starseed. Personally, I would have liked to hear more songs from the debut album, Naveed, but the sound of the entire hill singing along with some of their more popular tunes was a great warm-up for The Hip. There was a great deal of energy amongst the crowd and it would have been interesting to see what kind of reaction OLP would have received had they been the headliner and playing after dark.

This day, however, belonged to The Tragically Hip. They took the stage when the sun went down and were shrouded in a fog of violet light. From the opening number, Use It Up, it was clear that this would be a showcase of the new album. That was all right with the fans, however, as Hip fans are dedicated enough to enjoy the songs they don’t know well yet, but undoubtedly will grow to love, and thunder their applause at the ones they are familiar with. This thunderous approval was most evident on Hip classics like New Orleans is Sinking, Locked in The Trunk of a Car, and Blow at High Dough. It is amazing how powerful the feeling can be when tens of thousands of voices are reciting poetic verses with Canadian themes. The crowd absolutely erupted at mention of Toronto and Newfoundland.

As always, they were equally enthused by the mid-song interpolations of Gord Downie. He, along with the band, can lead an audience on a journey through a song that will leave them wondering where the journey began in the first place. Then they come back with twice as much force to finish it off. This was the case with rockers like At the Hundredth Meridian and a new one called Silver Jet. The hill shook with the power behind that one. The power of voices was also remarkable as the crowd chanted “Hip! Hip! Hip!” on several occasions. The chants continued long after The Hip left the stage and the sea of red and white faded into the night. There were glaring omissions of Hip classics, but you never feel disappointed after a Hip show. You just hope that they make the trek back to the East Coast soon so you can hear the omitted classics as well as those that have made the transition to sing along status.

A friend of mine, visiting from Missouri, joined me at the end of the concert. He reminisced about seeing The Hip last year in a bar in Chicago with about 250 transplanted Canucks. I told him of a trip I took with a few of my friends to New York City about four years ago to see The Hip in a ballroom. The capacity for that show was about one thousand people, most of whom seem to have made the journey across the border. Seeing close to 30,000 people on Citadel Hill on Sunday and relating these stories prompted us to wonder why our friends south of the border have never caught on to this secret. Hearing close to 30,000 people sing Hip songs word-for-word all night long made me want to keep the secret where it was.