Tonight I was an hour and a half late for the Nth Annual Halifax Best Of Music awards that The Coast puts on. Last year I won Best MC, and this year I also won Best MC. But I was late, and missed the presentation, and I didn’t get to deliver my speech! I did get to hobnob with the Halifax nobility of notability, though, exchanging all manner of rubs and tugs and umbrageous jeremiads about the imminent new Transformers movie with the likes of cartoonist Mike Holmes, Cory Bowles of Hip Club Groove, cinéaste celebré Andrea Dorfman, cinéaste comme ci comme ça Mark Palermo, Adam Bowes (AKA UNIVERSE ARM) of The Crimson Tides, erstwhile bedreadlocked retail mainstay Terry from Sam the Record Man, entertainment magnate Tara Thorne, tourism and culture man Mickey Quase, Emily’s friend Tansy, Caralee Murphy of One Life Surf, Rochelle from The Stolen Minks, Seahorse Tavern manager Ash MacLeod, Stephan and Iain MacLeod (brothers but no relation to Ash), industry mogul Chuck Teed and compulsive soul-stealer David Cieplinski. Adorable alt-country it-girl Jenn Grant walked right by me without saying hi this year, but that’s probably because she remembers last year’s awards where I very deliberately punched her drink out of her hand to shatter on the floor and laughed like an uncontrollable madman for days after because it was a calm, careful, total accident.
This year my calm, careful, total accident was being to late to give my acceptance speech. But it was going to go like this:
Thanks so much to Audra Williams for loving and encouraging me,
my Backburner family and Halifax hip-hop scene for inspiring me,
to Buck 65 for moving away and giving me a chance,
to Classified for not trying very hard to cultivate a local fanbase,
and to all of The Coast’s readership for being smart enough and dare I say it, handsome enough to know the Best MC in Halifax
when he bites them in the ass.
