#thank you for the write up Greg the crowd is just right no fooling

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Thank you for this write-up Greg...

The crowd is just right, no fooling.

Sincerely, Jeff Buckley

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[prttydolls]

newbie || eddie munson x reader ༉‧₊˚.

— reader is a new student, and doesn't know about eddie’s reputation. eddie, thinks she’s one of the preppy bullies. ༉‧₊˚.

warnings || eddie being mean, enemies to lovers, rusty writing.

author’s note || sorry for being mia on writing, i lost motivation esp when my fics flop :/.

a fresh new start at hawkins, a fresh new blank page for your life here. it seemed scary, yeah but your dad had to move to hawkins in order to expand his business.

you stepped out of the bus, and walked towards the school building. so far, your day had been pretty normal. kids seemed nice, you thought.

later, during lunch you didn't have anywhere to sit there was only a vacant seat near the boys that wore leather jackets, and had a shirt with a logo called “hellfire club."

you were about to walk to that table when you heard a boy’s voice.

“as long as your into band, or science or parties.“

the boys looked at you weirdly, “what are you doing here sweetheart?“ eddie chuckled. you looked at him confused, “uh, sorry this was the only vacant seat i could find..”

eddie looked at you blankly, before chuckling darkly. as if you told the worst joke in history, he was pitying you.

“look sweetie, you can go back to that table over there. no need to pretend to be our friend if you wanna join the popular crowd.“ he sarcastically said, again you looked at him kind of in a sad way. your heart stung as his random boy just told you to fuck off.

you stood up and muttered a sorry before leaving and going to the cafeteria.

after you left eddie felt weird, after what he had done. he felt like it was wrong telling you to fuck off. he pushed those feelings aside and covering it up with confidence in being the town and school’s freak.

but your face, your frowning face always stayed in his mind.

it only took him a few days to realize you weren't apart of the cheer squad or anything that's associated with the popular crowd.

he felt really guilty, he just rejected a lost sheepy.

he decided to make it up to you, by bringing a bouquet of flowers. he saw you at your locker, he thought it was the perfect chance to get your attention.

“excuse me, y/n right?” he called out hesitantly.

you looked at him, analyzing his face it only took you a matter of seconds that it was the same boy that made a fool out of you in the cafeteria.

“oh, its you. what do you want?” you replied bitterly, eddie flinched at how salty your tone was. “i- i would just like to apologize after what i did.. I didn't know you were a new student.. you just seemed so- pretty? you seemed like someone from the cheer team.” he blushed.

you stared at him blankly while shutting your locker door shut, “uh thank you i guess? that’s still not a reason why you should judge people so fast.” you said while grabbing the bouquet of flowers from his hands and throwing them in a nearby trash can.

you smirked as you turned to see disappointment on his face, sweet revenge. you thought.

eddie was stunned at your revelation, he really needed to get you to forgive him, because there was just something about you that wanted him to grow closer to you.

so he made it his life mission, to make you forgive him.

it had been a few months since the incident, and now it was your birthday. you had some friends to celebrate it with you in the cafeteria, they surprised you in the cafeteria with a bunch of party streamers.

you laughed and smiled with them the whole time, but something caught your eye.. it was eddie holding a small little gift box, he was smiling at you.

somehow, it made your heart flutter alot. but before you could go to him, your friend dragged you over to meet some guy with a gift for you.

“okay! this is greg, he has a gift for you!” she excitedly rambled, you awkwardly said thank you. “open it!!" she giggled.

you opened it to see a really cute but expensive necklace, you thanked the boy again before slipping away from them and finding eddie.

you tried to find him everywhere. he was gone, but you eventually found him in the drama room, sitting and sulking sadly. “uhm, hi eddie..” you waved shyly

he looked suprised to see you, “oh, hi! y/n uhm happy birthday” he greeted awkwardly, as you sat down next to him on the ground.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, “i saw you.”

he hummed a huh, in response. “i saw you, you looked like you wanted to say something to me?”

“right uh- i have a gift for you! and i need to say something to you..” he handed you the small gift box

your heart skipped, he had a gift for you.

“w-wow, thanks eddie” you smiled softly. you opened it to see the new album from one of your favorite artist. out of excitement you hugged him tightly

“oh my god eddie!, thank you!!”

he unexpectedly hugged you back making you blush alittle, he chuckled and replied “your welcome, and i just wanna apologize what i said a few months back.. i know you didn't deserve that especially from the town and schools freak.. you seem cool, like really cool and it would be cool to hangout with you sometimes..” he confessed.

you giggled, and hugged him once more “apology, accepted eddie.”

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[xo-gossipwitch]

Which Weasley was it? Who cares?! We heard the Princess Pansy is still into redheads.

New day, same old story. Another secret fling of Parkinson's has come out of the darkness and into the light.

I wonder how that makes Neville, Ron, and Fred feel to find out that Pansy's been caught fooling around with yet another member of the redheaded clan.

I never knew Little Weasley swung for the other team.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

"It's a damn shame I missed out on a chance with Little Weasley when I had a chance," Greg laughed, shaking his head as he walked past the group of students gathered around a familiar redhead. He winked and flashed a smile when he saw Ginny pop her head out of the circle.

"What was that comment, Goyle?" Ginny hissed, furrowing her brow as she crossed her arms over her chest. She stepped out of the circle of friends so that she could get a better look at Greg.

Greg stopped in his tracks with a snicker before turning on his heels to face her. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he looked her up and down. "It's no wonder that Zabini and Nott couldn't make you happy. They didn't have the right parts."

"Keep Theo and Blaise out of this, Greg," Ginny replied, taking a few steps towards him with her eyes focused on him. She refused to break eye contact with him. "Just because I turned you down for a date doesn't mean I'm interested in girls."

"That's not what the rumor mill said," Greg laughed, shoving his hand in his pocket to find the piece of parchment he had shoved in there before he turned down the corridor. A smile pulled at his lips as fingers wrapped around the small paper plan. He pulled it out and tossed it to her. "Gossip Witch seems to state otherwise."

Greg noticed Pansy rounding the corner and stopping dead in her tracks when she noticed Ginny standing in the middle of the hall reading the piece of parchment.

"Parkinson, it seems you and your little redheaded secret need to have a little chat," Greg laughed, motioning for Pansy to join them. "It would appear she's having a little bit of memory loss. A big ole kiss might just remind her. What do you say, Parkinson?"

"Do you have to be such an ass, Goyle?" Pansy growled, snatching the piece of parchment out of Ginny's hand. She noticed Ginny open her mouth to protest but closed it when she met Pansy's eyes. "Maybe you're just jealous that your love life is so non-existent that Gossip Witch doesn't have anything to write about you. Or maybe she's not so concerned with one of Draco's little lackeys who can't get a date to save his life."

Greg opened his mouth to respond but closed it almost immediately as he thought about what else he could say that would make Pansy shut up and retreat. Nothing he could think of would bite back the way that he wanted it to. Pansy wasn't someone to be messed with; that's why he chose to start something with Weasley. She was an easier target than Parkinson. Shaking his head, Greg held his hands up and backed away. "You win."

Pansy nodded her head and looked around at the crowd that had gathered around them. "What are you all looking at?"

A chorus of "nothing" rose up around her, and she laughed as she watched people turn away and return to their conversations. However, she could tell they were still watching them out of the corners of their eyes. Rolling her eyes, Pansy took a deep breath. She knew they were waiting for something to happen. They didn't know what they wanted to happen, but they wanted to wait. It was the only reason they were all still there.

Pansy glanced at Ginny out of the corner of her eye. Ginnys' mouth was hanging open as she watched Goyle walk away from the crowd. It was almost as though she couldn't believe how easy it was to get him to go away. Pansy rolled her eyes; she had her fair share of practice chasing people like Goyle away. The Slytherin Common Room wasn't always the most friendly place to spend time.

"I can't believe this blast," Ginny mumbled, shaking her head as she turned to face Pansy. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

"I didn't rescue you," Pansy scoffed, looking her up and down. "I have a reputation to uphold."

"Of being the castle slut?" Ginny asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she cocked her head to the side.

"Really?" Pansy asked, tossing her head back with a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."

"What that's supposed to mean?" Ginny hissed, stepping closer to Pansy. Their faces were only centimeters apart. Ginny's eyes searched Pansy for an answer before allowing her eyes to flutter closed. They both leaned into one another.

Pansy's hands found Ginny's waist and pulled her body flush against her. She tilted her head slightly to get better access to Ginny's lips, sliding her tongue along the seam, asking permission to enter. Ginny moaned in response, allowing Pansy's tongue to slip inside her mouth and deepen the kiss.

The two remained entangled in one another for a few moments before pulling apart. Ginny's eyes went wide when she realized what had just happened. She pushed away Pansy and took off, running down the corridor, refusing to look behind her. She could hear people calling her name, but she couldn't look back. She just couldn't.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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Contact Epilogue (Trixya) - Stella

A/N: So normally I would just use this as a summary for the work, but I feel like I should explain a few things here instead. I know I promised a few more chapters, but I truly feel like this fic has reached it’s natural end. People don’t seem as interested, and it’s been way more work than it’s worth to write. After talking it over with some people (thank you Köhler for helping), it just feels right to end Contact here. It’s been an amazing five months, and I hope you guys will be just as enthusiastic about the other fics I have in the works as you all were about this one. If you have any questions please feel free to message me at @artificialstella!

Secrets were the hardest thing for Trixie to keep from Katya. She shared everything with the other woman, from the smallest mundane parts of her day to things she’s never told anyone before. Katya was just so easy to talk to that filtering herself felt like an impossible task. But sometimes secrets were necessary. Especially when it was keeping Katya from figuring out that there was a giant surprise party waiting for her back at their apartment.

“I want to look at it again babe, show me,” Trixie pleaded. Katya beamed, and held out her sleek folder to Trixie. Inside, Katya’s freshly printed Certificate of Naturalization was tucked in the pocket, a physical sign of her U.S. Citizenship. The feeling of pride towards her girlfriend had been making Trixie emotional all day, but every reminder that Katya had achieved her dream had a fresh round of tears springing in her eyes. She closed the folder and pulled the two of them to a stop so she could envelop Katya in a tight hug.

“God, I’m so proud of you,” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to Katya’s cheek. Katya laughed, probably for the millionth time that day. They were both in such high spirits, it was impossible for them to keep cool.

“I could not have done it without you maylsh,” Katya countered. “Now let us go, we are getting in the way of everyone else on the sidewalk.”

Trixie took Katya’s hand in hers again and they continued to walk back to their apartment complex. The closer they got, the more nervous Trixie got. She knew Katya would like the surprise she had planned for her no matter what, but she still wanted to make her happy. It was a huge day for Katya, probably the biggest in her life. Trixie wanted to prove to her that she had people who cared about her and wanted to celebrate her success with her.

“We should go to that restaurant on fifteenth street for dinner,” Katya suggested as they walked down the hall. Trixie hummed non-committedly, knowing full well that they weren’t going to need to go out for dinner. There was plenty of food waiting for them on the other side of the apartment door. Trixie held her breath as she inserted the key into the door and pushed it open.

“Congratulations Katya!” Everyone that was crammed into their small apartment cheered loudly, waving their little American flags. The entire living room was decorated with as much red, white and blue that Trixie could find at the party store. Even the guests were dressed in theme. Katya’s face was priceless as she gaped at the scene before her in shock. Slowly she turned to Trixie.

“Did you do this all for me?” She asked carefully. Trixie laughed and pulled her girlfriend in for a kiss.

“It’s a big day Kat, you deserve it,” Trixie replied. Katya pressed another kiss to her lips before turning to her party.

Trixie had made sure to invite everyone they were close to, and then some. Greg and his fiance Shannon were in the corner chatting with a few other couples from their building. There were a few of Katya’s old co-workers from the office clumped together, and thankfully her pervy old boss was nowhere in sight. The biggest group of people seemed to be those from Katya’s new job. Katya seemed to thrive as a yoga instructor, the fact that she had power over herself and got to wear all the pattern-problem clothes that she wanted to giving her the confidence she never had as a secretary. Plus, the women in her class adored her. Katya’s eccentric personality and thick accent always drew in a crowd to her classes. Of course Trixie had to invite her most faithful customers to cheer on their yogi. It was those women that immediately pulled Katya in, gushing over her cute business suit. Trixie smiled as she watched Katya interact with people. It’s been a long road to get to this point, and the relief was clear on Katya’s face. She looked so young, so full of life with her little flag pin gleaming on her blazer.

“You look like a lovesick idiot,” Pearl teased as she slipped next to Trixie. She handed her a cup filled with some sort of punch, probably made by Pearl herself for the party. Hopefully Katya would know to stay away from it tonight. But, seeing as Trixie wasn’t abstaining from alcohol she tapped her solo cup against Pearl’s and took a sip.

“Probably because I am one,” Trixie countered, her eyes still trained on her girlfriend.

“How was the ceremony?” Pearl asked.

“It was cute, everyone was so happy. It’s the first time I think I’ve ever seen an immigration officer smile,” Trixie explained.

“I feel like she’s been in this country forever, I can’t believe she’s just now become an official citizen,” Pearl continued. Trixie hummed in agreement. Pearl didn’t even know the half of what it took for Katya to get that little piece of paper. Hours of them staying up together, pouring over books and online tests. Hours of interviews, trying to find any little fault in Katya. It was a grueling process that took a lot out of both of them. That’s why this party was so important, it was their first sigh of relief in almost a year.

“So now that she’s an American are you gonna pop the big question?” Trixie nearly choked on her drink at Pearl’s words.

“Jesus, subtle much?” Trixie grumbled.

“You’re my best friend Trix, I just want to know what’s going on in your life,” Pearl said, feigning innocence.

“If you must know, we’ve talked about this and decided marriage wasn’t really for us,” Trixie explained. After Gregory, Katya wasn’t too in love with the concept. Marriage was just the legal word for two people who think they’re going to have happily ever after and want to write it off on their taxes. But neither of them wanted children, and they didn’t need a piece of paper to prove they were going to last. Marriage meant complacency, and forced expectations. Neither of which Trixie and Katya wanted for themselves.

“God, you two really are the modern couple,” Pearl groaned. “I’m gonna go hit on Katya’s hot yoga students. We should make athletic leggings mandatory uniform.”

Pearl pushed off the wall and made her way over to the gaggle of athletic young women in the center of the room. Left alone once again, Trixie decided to find her way over to their table where a feast’s worth of appetizers and finger foods were set up. She started loading up her plate with mini quiches and veggies, avoiding anything that looked like it had meat in it. Her day had been so busy that she hadn’t had the chance to eat a proper meal. As Trixie reached over to grab some cheese and crackers she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“Did you finally escape your students?” Trixie teased, leaning back into Katya. The older woman giggled and pressed her lips against Trixie’s neck.

“They are distracted by a certain predatory lesbian who is complimenting them all on their sports bras,” Katya hummed.

“Damn, I didn’t know Rosie O’Donnell would actually accept my invitation. I’ll have to go tell her how much I love her show later,” Trixie shot back with a grin. Katya snorted and dropped her head to Trixie’s shoulder.

“The only gay woman you are allowed to pay attention to today is me,” Katya pouted.

“Right, I’m sorry. Getting up at five in the morning to go with you to your interview, then your ceremony, all while planning a surprise party for you isn’t enough attention. I’m a terrible girlfriend, you should break up with me immediately,” Trixie sighed dramatically.

“I should, but I really like the water pressure in this apartment so I guess I will stay with you,” Katya mused.

“Using me for my water pressure, I knew it.” Trixie turned around in Katya’s arms and pecked her lips. “Do you like your party baby?”

“Of course! I will admit, I did not see it coming. You hid this from me very well,” Katya replied. “I do not know what we are going to do with all of these little flags, though. As an American citizen I would be offended if we just threw them out, you know.”

“We’ll make people take them home as souvenirs, I promise,” Trixie assured. Katya seemed pleased by her response.

“Good. I am going to go say hi to Ginger, I just wanted to check up on you,” Katya explained before disappearing back into the crowd. Trixie shook her head fondly and popped a carrot stick into her mouth. She was a lovesick fool, but she wouldn’t want it any other way.

The party lasted for hours, and Trixie was both physically and emotionally exhausted by the time the final guests trickled out of the room. Their cozy apartment was littered with plastic cups, paper plates, and decorations that had fallen to the floor throughout the night. Trixie knew it was going to be a monumental task cleaning up, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Trixie. For now, all she wanted to do was crawl into her bed in a comfortable pair of pajamas and sleep until noon. Katya looked ready to pass out as well. All the excitement from the day was catching up to her, and it looked like she could barely stand on her own.

“C’mon Miss America, let’s get you to bed,” Trixie teased, wrapping her arm around Katya’s waist. Together they moved into the bedroom and changed out of their clothes in comfortable silence. Trixie was almost sure that Katya was going to pass out as soon as her head hit the pillow, but as the climbed under the covers, Katya brushed her fingers along Trixie’s cheek.

“I love you,” she murmured, her voice soft and eyes sincere.

“I love you too Kat,” Trixie replied easily. Katya’s hand moved to card through Trixie’s hair.

“You remember when we first got together? The night at the club?” Katya asked. When Trixie nodded, she continued. “I still mean what I said, you are always going to be the most important thing to me. Today would have meant nothing if it did not mean I get to spend my life with you.”

Trixie could feel a lump forming in her throat. Today had been too emotional, and now Katya’s admission on top of it was making it hard to keep from turning into a giant sap.

“I’d marry the fuck out of you,” Trixie whispered. A small smile twitched on Katya’s lips.

“I know maylsh, maybe one day. For now, this is all I need.” She cupped Trixie’s face and leaned forward to brush their lips softly together.

There was nothing more that had to be said to end such a perfect day. No declarations of love or continued sappy words needed to fill the empty space in the room. The only thing necessary was for the pair to do but fall asleep with the knowledge of their newfound freedom heavy in their minds.

[sometimesalwaysmusic]

COASTAL PIGS

Coastal pigs are Jeff Kainz (JK), Scott Terry (ST) and Leigh Newton (LN). They just released their fantastic album, Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing, at House of TARG and we got to pick their brains about their history in the scene, their prolific writing approach, and ideal tour-mates (both local and not!). Read on and give the record a spin!

VITALS

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/coastalpigs

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Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/coastalpigs

Latest Release: Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing (LP, Sep 2017)

Upcoming shows: Stay tuned!

SA: How did Coastal Pigs start, and when did you start playing together? JK: Version 1 existed from June – Dec 2014, me, Scott, Tom Werbowetski (drums) and Paul Stevens (bass gtr). We all lived in Quebec, centred around La Peche. I hadn’t played music for 12 years, this was a good re-introduction, then I moved to Ottawa, followed by this version of Coastal Pigs ending and followed later in 2015, by Scott moving back to Ottawa. By March 2016, I was better prepared to again, try and start a group. It had to be a three piece and wanting to keep playing with Scott, I asked if he would be willing to play bass guitar instead of 6 string. Like the good punk kid he is, he swore and kicked at me, and with a smile said, sure. Leigh, I would see him every so often and would bring up the idea of playing together, which he liked, along with the dormant name. I eventually got to a place where I felt ready and arranged a rehearsal, and it felt right, it felt great, Version 2 began. Having Leigh on board is something special, he keeps Scott and me in line, our attitudes fresh and is musically so smart, it pushes us all. Without Scott and Leigh, this wouldn’t exist.

SA: What bands or musicians would you say are the biggest influences on your sound? LN: I've been trying to take a really different approach to the drums in this band than just about any other I've played in before.  Trying to keeps things really simple, let the song speak for itself without punctuating every little shift in the music with a drum fill or whatever. Influences with regards to that approach would be Joy Division, Public Image, early Cure, Killing Joke, Sonic Youth, Spacemen 3... ST: limp biz........kidding: FAITH NO MORE, KILLING JOKE, SMITHS, MORISSEY, BAD BRAINS, BLACK FLAG. JK: As a kid, I watched The Lawrence Welk Show every week, and that made me want to play the accordion, and I got one, so, that got me into music when I was 6. It wasn’t necessarily about the music, it was the style, the entertainment with a smile. But it seemed like behind all those smiles, there was tension, mischief, secrets & mystery of other lives. I liked that. Smile, have fun, be professional, everything is fine…  I eventually began to play guitar and the first Clash album was a big influence. It sounded bad, in a great way, an honest way, in a way that made it seem attainable to a novice. From there, Keith Levene (PIL), Robin Guthrie (Cocteau Twins), Eric Johnson (Archers of Loaf) and Sterling Morrison.

SA: Thus far in the band's career, what has been your biggest accomplishment? LN: Being featured in Brooklyn Vegan and mentioned on CBC Radio are both pretty neat but honestly, for me it's our high rate of productivity - lots of quality songs in a very short amount of time. I love that. ST: WE WROTE AND RECORDED OVER 30 SONGS IN A YEAR. JK: I would also say our productivity, which isn’t obvious from an outsiders view. Personally, it’s important and really shows off the talent, patience and resilience in Leigh and Scott. And it’s very nice being mentioned in the media, press when that happens. Friends being positive and supportive feels good.

SA: On the other hand, what is the biggest challenge you have faced, and how have you dealt with it? LN: The usual - trying to fool people into giving a crap about the band. ST:  THIS INTERVIEW....PREFER NOT TO SAY JK: The internal option of not doing it, not rehearsing, it’s an easy option, but, I’m still drawn to standing in a small room, with friends, turning the amps up loud and destroying my hearing for a few days. It’s an energy, it’s fun, and playing with Leigh and Scott is great motivation to keep producing and not caring too much about what my ears have to say. Playing shows, recording, sending out digital copies of an album, that’s all easy stuff.

SA: How do you guys approach the song-writing process? JK: For the most part, I’ll bring finished songs or ideas to rehearsal and we then start playing, that simple, straightforward. We only rehearse once a week, sometimes, every other week, so, not a lot. We’ve become very efficient, and I’ve loosened up a lot from past ways, giving the idea over to Scott and Leigh, let them at it, let them develop the song, it’s a real confidence booster, for me. It’s bouncing ideas around, trying things out, editing out what we think might be dragging a song or passage down. Keeping the lyrics tight, melodic, not overly repetitive. We have to like it and want to play it, or else it’s forgotten about and we move on to the next bits. Scott and Leigh both write songs, music in other projects, so, the 3 of us have a solid understanding of what we want to make happen in each song of ours. We draw from both our shared and different musical tastes, so, there is a good chance that we’ll land on something good. The Process, (insert smile).

SA: You guys are veterans now: what are your thoughts on the Ottawa music scene, from your beginnings in it until now? LN: I think it's great. ST: If someone walks into the scene now and says its difficult to break in, it isn't. The folks who whine its non-inclusive are dreaming. And fuck them. Ottawa is strong, inclusive, and very open to new ideas , it always has been. anyone whining has a chip on their shoulder. No one comes to our shows, all of our friends have kids and don't give a fuck. You can't expect to be loved right off the bat, regardless of anything. We've worked hard, we've networked, we've been at shows, we've played festivals. In some cases since the 80's. You can't expect the world to be your oyster if you just storm in with a manifesto. The scene in Ottawa is good, but its fucked. Do we care? No. do others? who fucking cares. Do certain people wish they could make more money off our backs? Probably. JK: It really is great, there is something out there for all tastes. It’s cyclical, all the good, the bad, the ugly, the positives, negatives, the danger, the safety, has always been there and every so often, different elements pop through and get some exposure. I’m sure if you spoke with musicians going back to the club days of the 50s-70s, you’re going to hear a lot of the same stories and issues, maybe peppered with a few more fist fights. Find the good, there is always good out there, and there is a lot more good than bad.

SA: You guys just released "Becomes a scene, becomes the nothing", your debut full length album, at House of TARG. What's YOUR favourite song off the record, and why? LN: On a Map because I think it's got the best vocal of any of the songs on the album. ST: Landlocked, by rivers. CP bottled essence. JK: Today, it’s Cut Gums, it has a great feel and energy and a good chug to it’s rhythm. There’s no place for us to hide in it.

SA: Also on the topic of the live show, what is the band’s favourite song to play live (and why)? LN: I like Skull Fuck Summer (non-album track) because it's easy and a lot of fun. ST: Skull Fuck Summer, it’s fun and catchy and reminds me of my misspent youth, throwing dirt on cars from the side of the Sir John A. Parkway. JK: Kill the Killed, which we’ve only just started to play live. It reveals itself and keeps on revealing itself, it’s a one trick pony with 4 packs of playing cards. And for me at least, it’s a challenge to play and sing. My talent as a young, frustrated accordion player didn’t fully transfer to playing the guitar, the subtlety of picking single strings and notes mostly escapes me.

SA: Now, a question just for fun: Your three dream tour-mates (active or defunct, local or global), who would they be and why? LN: Ottawa's own Expanda Fuzz because they're awesome and playing with them is a blast; No Joy because I think they're one of the best Canadian bands going right now; and then some really shitty-but-popular band like July Talk just to ensure that we'd be playing in front of a crowd. ST: John Coltrane, the music. Bob Weir, seems like a nice guy. Greg Ginn, seems like a total douche. JK: For a tour of the western provinces, I like what Leigh chose. For a few shows around the Newport Jazz festival, 1\3 of Scott’s choices, and for me, a Maritimes tour with Andy Kaufman, ¾ of Fugazi (Guy, Brendan, Joe) and Lester Bangs (all defunct). All of the down time around sound checks would be pretty interesting and fun, something it never usually is.

SA: Lastly, what’s on the agenda for Coastal Pigs moving forward into 2018? All the best, guys! LN: The songs that ended up on the album represent about half of what we've got recorded so I imagine more releases will be on the way. Hopefully lots more shows, hopefully some out-of-towners, maybe a video. We'll see! Thanks Pierce! Always a pleasure! JK: Writing, rehearsing, more releases, album , ep, whatever works. Live shows and some out of town shows would be good. A video? Yeah, what Leigh said! Thanks Pierce!