(Post) Death To Ottawa

She works on things in solitude, that she can't escape in spite of herself
So she plays music where I am the melody, alone in a world where everyone praises charity

The half-dead make melodies without foundation, because the living is obsessed with themselves
Hate, anger and perfectionism is becoming as it reeks of unworthy trauma

Stars like green eyes and words that cut into flesh, the vampire writes a eulogy:
I have nothing to replace you, and never even wanted to...

When I watch a spider seek out a dark place, she finds something malfunctioning
She's told she doesn't play nice with others, and when she says "yes" it's quietly

I see the willows for the trees
I see the willows for the trees
I've only ever seen the willows for the trees

Poetry I wrote for our only debut song Consolation Prize, which we performed on a cool spring night Saturday April 25th 2026. April is an evil month for us. Through the process of trying to create emotional hardcore music in this city I have learned to genuinely and radically hate the status quo. This is not something defined by clothes people wear, listening to popular music or whatever. The status quo I refer to is something felt, and really felt when you push up against its edges. It's a type of violence we experience everyday to subjugate and victimize vulnerable people. Not only that but as a darkness to enforce itself all the way down. The complexity and mastery of its violence is in part through its self enforcement. 

Self enforcement: You realize the greatest everyday evil you face is the constant subjugation from landlord. Beyond those assholes at the club and the person that unfollowed you a week ago. You decide to actually do something about it. You work together with your fellow roommates to plan a rent strike, they are receptive. Your landlord has not been around to repair anything in the past 6 months despite many of your calls, everyone is sick of this. Here comes the end of April, you do not pay the demon and celebrate with your friends. June roles around and you find yourself forcefully evicted, but its only you. "Magically" the toilet is also repaired the same day. 

You were the victim because you staked a claim, you said a truth and that made you vulnerable to the status quo. 



Vulnerable people make themselves vulnerable by staking a truth. From the truth within themselves and claiming that truth out in the world through words and action: "I am a woman", "I am gay", "I believe in god", "I will kill my masters". Sincerity. Sincerity is the language of the vulnerable and the subjugated. I think when we abolished slavery we ultimately just learned to be better at it. More covert, less masters, widespread subjugation... I know this is a dark way to start a reflection, but this darkness has been closing in on me for three years since I started making music in this city. The battle with that darkness was this song Consolation Prize...

April 2025: We were betrayed by people that called us "friends". Using me to save the little clout they could. Stealing my equipment after I only showed them kindness and forgiveness. Going back on promises and their words because the status quo was challenged, and it came down for them to make a claim. I literally said to their faces "I feel like the rug will be pulled out from under me", and they assured me this was not the case. I trusted them because I called them "friends". Their claim was to break promises, deceive and lie so they pulled the rug. They got met with us taking our gear back mid show and they have only made fools of themselves ever since. We got left with a bullet wound and moved on. 

April 2026: We were betrayed by the people that said they "loved" us. A kind of betrayal most people will not understand, and often find themselves blaming the person actually harmed. For me, its the kinda betrayal that can only find personal forgiveness in a suicide. They will always be victims in their society, and we will not be, so we moved on...

I have screamed sincerity at crowds of people made up largely of people that will never understand what sincerity is. I have said words about love, community, justice and overcoming trauma to crowds of people made up largely of people that will never understand those words. And I have shared stages with people that will never understand anything about what it actually means to make art.



This is why I say "death to ottawa".

But fallen between the cracks, on the sides of walls or the centers of mosh pits, between pen and paper, embracing a loved one, or on a path somewhere looking up at the stars, there are people out there that understand. People that also make claims of truth in a violent world (or people that wish to make such claims). There were few people in those crowds that can and do understand, and there are those out there that could never find a chance to yet. These people matter a whole lot to me. But this is not about just my experience this is a collective experience. A counter culture and a truly powerful force. Light in a world full of darkness.

To build something new you must kill the old thing. 

So we say "death to ottawa", and promise to build something better.

That was the purpose of our house show April 25th 2026. Not about the past trauma, violence and darkness. But moving on hand in hand stronger than we ever have. Making something beautiful together. This is how we achieve that purpose.

From the ashes of a dead ottawa came a flame, and here is my account of that flame:

Parliament 2




We always knew we were going to have to do a goodbye show for Parliament 2. We developed quite the DIY spot over the years. A place to gather and have a good time. Recently I have been surprised how much the place meant to people who didn't even live there. For me it was a very regular place, its where I lived for the past 3 years of my life. But to a lot of people it was a place of comfort and high magic. Due a lot in part to our decorating, maybe, but also, and I do agree, the place had a special vibe. I attribute most of it in large part to the good hearts of the 7 other people I shared this space with over the past 3 years as well. Most of us been practicing community building and maintenance since we were gaming in Sc☼ttys basement in those grade school years lol.

There were many bands that practiced at Parliament 2 and many jam sessions, lots of art created and many lively debates and conversations, hearts and minds opening up during way too late nights, and way too many games of Smash played. It was a truly safe place for a lot of people to experience a sort of freedom and be inspired and motivated by that freedom. Parliament 2 was a community space, we never even locked the door.

Saying goodbye came a bit sooner than later considering issues with our landlords (went the hottest summer without AC that already was set up at the house, they never put money back into the place even for necessary repairs, and they would often come without notice until we finally had enough and crashed out on em). Fuck landlords. But really they are very minor characters in this story, and all landlords go to hell. 

It's really hard to capture what Parliament 2 was in a few paragraphs. But really its memory is only up to those who experienced it. I started the most important project of my life here in my band moridori with my brother. I crafted a bedroom that finally, truly, expressed who I was. I made memories with people I will never forget, far too personal for a blog post, but I look forward to reminiscing with those people as the years roll on. It was a safe space for misfits. Those who struggled to fit in found themselves to be welcomed here and engaged with honestly. The truth is, that this place became a cabin that many people shared and many travelers stayed a while, and now it becomes beautiful ruins in all of our memories. Goodbye Parliament 2! 

We were going to need a proper send off...

Planning for Battle



This one was hard to prepare for, it had to be the best show we have ever put on. Like most shows we are faced with the reality of the show having to be better than the last. Due to life shit colliding with the time of the show and the nature of our band, there is no choice. This requires us to push ourselves pretty hard before a show. We also were in the middle of a move which required some renos (long story). 

It started with the show name. That was easy death to ottawa, as already discussed. I made some posters, classic moridori black and pink. Lets put up "death to ottawa" around the city and see what happens! The one issue was, after I printed the posters I couldn't put them up that weekend as the band was off to Windsor to celebrate Orthadox Easter with the Fam. I made a call out to some friends and I had a bunch of people down to help with putting posters up that weekend! I want to quickly point out how major this was as usually when we do show promo its down to me and my bro to do the bulk of postering work. This time we got help, when we really needed it, from people that actually cared! For nothing more than just to help us and the love of the game, not only that but got more posters printed too! Shout out, UFO, Pict0, Qunngilit and facesucker for helping poster! (We got a lot of coverage and got a lot of positive comments from guests show date about seeing the posters) 

Its 2 hours into a late night 6 hour drive back home. It's you and your bro after your brother has been through some evil shit. Later in the drive you will listen to LIFE's « i am encircled by spring flowers » and sing it with all that you got explaining to your brother that there are people that get it and there is people that don't. You screamed this song with Damian when you didn't quite know the words yet, the music alone was enough to know that you are not alone, others hurt and love and find beauty in making it through... Anyway, at this time, you are talking about two people you met. More recent friends than most the people in your life - but they have both shown support and belief in your art, and have contributed to collective ends, and have heard you out countless times. Many late nights spent discussing ideas and lofty goals with serious intent. Writings, music and artistic products created by all involved, independently or together. These two friends are married. Their relationship struck you as odd at first but made more and more sense as you got to know them both, a beautiful, unlikely relationship that move upwards towards the sky - a positive reminder that love does truly exist. You and your bro find it kinda sad you couldn't see them wed. It's too bad you can't celebrate the blessing of life and good karma. Then it hit us. We could just have a wedding (again) at the start of the show. You know, where most don't care to show up in time, bless the show with an act of beauty. We can still see these two people get married, just again for a 2nd time. At Parliament 2, the final show, at the death of ottawa, in your brothers bedroom dressed to be a shotgun wedding church. 

Well that made the show idea, ran it by them and thankfully they were down and all systems were a go. A dark drive meant for only talks of despair turned into a night drive of hope. Our destination soon arrived. It was off to see family during a time you should see family. Easter is great as it always is you can read the concert on the canard reflection if you need to know how awesome my family is. Born to fight demons and fuel up with pierogies type shit. I come from a long line of truth tellers and tyrant slayers. The type of aura that causes demons to flee with one glare. I love my family, :3.

This is just the first half of it okay (it's never so simple when your heart is on the line)... 

Gather your weapons!



This was a proper goodbye, but also the biggest fuck you to all the darkness and the evil subhumans of Ottawa. We weren't crafting bombs in a shed for performative Teddy points, we were building a nuke. Love for one thing and spite for all that stood in its way. So how do you get the right crowd...

Promotion wave 2. My brother wants to capture something real. A sentiment only those who are reals would understand and a sentiment that filters the rest. We had a LOT of debate about what this looked like. Something that must absolutely not be performative in its creation. My brother as well as a bunch of others, you know the night XD, had a bunch of great ideas, and real ones at that. Almost all of them required some serious risk of personal harm. Now we had a bunch of ideas only two made it to photos and print because of the timeline, sadly. Our goal was to filter the fakes, people that didn't understand the reality behind the poster were (by necessity) immediately filtered. To kill ottawa you need reals. So we needed to appeal to the reals, the people that (for lack of a better term) get it.

Now this is where it gets personal for me. I am not sure if a public blog is the place to be candid about things but this is something that happens in real life. I thought a lot about not including this but there is a point in your life where you can't be hush hush about trauma in your life. Most probably wont get how all the cards led to this outcome but tbh I'm in the business of filtering fakes. My girlfriend has self harm scars of about 3 years ago now. Deep ones on her legs. The history is something not for the Internets evil mind, but they exist. Seeing someone you love harm themselves and have a constant reminder of such on their body forever, is a deeply painful experience for all involved. A reminder of what you could've done differently or something you could of stopped or my negative effect on someone I loves' life. She has long moved passed this, clean for more than 590 days at this point. She must be a lot stronger than me but these are things I had a hard time forgiving the world and myself for. It's hard to explain as this is about the both of us, just through one side of the story. But whenever I see these scars I grapple with a painful reminder. I am proud of her for being strong, but I have not forgiven myself yet for what could've been. It is not my body but one I care about more than my own. For something real, for a show about moving on from terrible things, a goodbye and a birth of something radically different. Moving on from pain and leaving only love in its place. A cigarette burn over these scars. An image erotic and captivating yet from something entirely real. It was about time I moved past this trauma (with consent of course). Late on an early spring night, yellow white lights flew upwards to a midnight sky, the din of the city and explosions of deep blue and dark grey, for a moment it all goes silent. From a flame to a flicker, a hand squeezes another and then smoke. I look up at green eyes and this time see no tears and a smile: "It's not so bad!".



Over top of the reminder of trauma we etched a better memory instead. Somehow this silly death to ottawa show promotion became something real for me. It had a real effect on overcoming something in my life before it even began. For all that we have been through, life will open itself up for those who can make beauty. 

With that the second wave was done. My brother and Pict0 made their own image but that will be used again for later promotion so I am not about to expose it's vibe here, and really this one is not my story to tell. For those that saw it consider yourself lucky! Now how does one build a church?

With help of course! During this time we were also in the middle of a move, remember last Parliament 2 show. So we needed all the help we could get...

Funny enough for this move we were also doing renovations to the place we were moving into. Long story. But we were doing flooring, painting, room building, kitchen installation. So most of our homies that lived with us a Parliament 2 were out tending to the new place. Also I would be spending half my time (after work) helping at our new place and preparing for the show. The gang needed help this time. I want to shout out Qunngilit, UFO and Snow for helping prepare the stage and the house lol. It would have been impossible without you guys to help nail in lighting or mop floors or the hundred other things ya'll did that I didn't keep track of (T.T). Also I want to say thanks so much to Jane for doing all the soundcheck, we actually had a lot of fun this time where we pushed the volume as loud as we could go which was awesome. Stunting on the ops on the block with the loudest sets ever HAHAHA. There is a lot that goes into these house shows that is invisible to most people that attend. We kinda have to set up our house to be venue, and to promote a vibe we want. So it's necessary at least for things to be decently clean and a lot of open spaces to hang out free of clutter, so the space reflects the respect we expect from guests. We also need to get equipment for the show and soundcheck artists. I am glad there are people out there that respect that and pitch in what they can to help such a show happen. You can't do this kinda thing anywhere else in Ottawa, it's a community event built entirely on what people are able to give to the cause. So I can only be extremely grateful to those who helped set up; this is real community building in a culture where that is completely snuffed out.

After a morning of all hands on deck. Sc☼tt set himself up on doors as per all our house shows and we were ready to begin the show proper...

The wedding bells



We did indeed kick this thing off with a wedding. Now not an actual wedding, but I am going to call it one. These are two friends of ours, and well, they had a city hall wedding, getting married during covid and all that. Not all weddings need to be public events and really it matters only to the two people involved. But that doesn't mean a celebration of love can't happen again. They never exchanged vows, so it was kinda a great opportunity for that too. In arts communities (at least from my experience) its only been about growth. What the future holds, your potential and "what's next". We often don't stop to celebrate what we have and appreciate the strength it took to get here. Both of their stories are not for me to tell but I know it took a lot of fight to get where they are today. 

As the sun set we began the wedding. Me and gR did a song we prepared the night before and Kita officiated. We blessed the space with a ritual incense burning (thanks Qunngilit) and the small crowed of people (those in the know and those who just had the heart to come on time) holding flower petals at the ready. A wedding began and ended. Either you were there, or you weren't, but the world felt the aftermath.

As far as my experience goes, I got excited a bit in the aftermath of the vows and started strumming my guitar early and totally forgot about the kiss, I feel bad about that but Pict0 assured me it was needed lol. Tears on the guitar has always caused me to struggle. The vows were beautiful guys, my first time hearing vows as an adult too. The sun has set and the groom grabs his violin, its time for naming angels...

Naming Angels



Recorded video: [ here ]

A debut show at the death of ottawa? Yeah bro thats how we roll! Having a band open with the same members as moridori is something we used to do out of necessity. Because we didn't know any bands in the area. This time we have access to many artists that would want to play this kinda show. Which we of course deeply appreciate. But for some reason we are always cursed by evil whenever we let people in. But if we go all the way back to our debut show it seems future as a letterbomber was done right. Enter naming angels. Committed to making claims of truth and standing against darkness through the process of creation. To me this band is a special kind of will to power, post emotional hardcore and an effort to evolve. 

Four of our members played this night. 

Well, it's really the best form our side projects have ever taken. Proven in a fire debut of 3 songs. Back with our lead guitarist laying down sick riffs, Pict0 on violin (because we an emo band now with violin now) and the usual suspects elsewhere. A new band has never better stuck and I am super excited with this project. I want to say, I am super proud to have these guys making music with me, gR has never sounded better coming back to play with a guitar that finally suits him. Ofc Pict0 as well, a multi-instrumentalist in his own right but finding his groove on the violin. Both were on point and these were the best vibes on stage ever. 

Highlights:

Forcing the guys to play clocktower rabbit, gR  and morisuki style classic locking in a ear worm we force the others to accept XD, sorry but some of us just catch a vibe better B). But seriously man finally you're back!
Looking up at Pict0 locking in the chorus of Better without you
The entirety of Perpetually, especially with screaming at the end
Getting peer pressured to solo again

Bless this debut. Revs dialed highkick. A redline through a 3 song set. Thanks guys for sticking with us this long. It's now about not wasting time. 

We are naming angels:

[ https://namingangels.icu ]

We recently have a new member making us a 5 person, post emotional hardcore band. This now makes us capable of composing the greatest songs ottawa has ever heard. Please welcome our new member Jane, we will be adding likely some synths/live prod, Emo + Swag. Been in the studio making hella songs.

꙳ For those searching for protection in a world of violence, take your weapon and fight, don't be scared, strength was always within you, arm yourself and use it! ꙳

Jane Doe



Recorded video: [ here ]

This song is about killing pedophiles

And that is how we open a set!

Jane comes at us with a whole stack of unreleased music. Like us, this set came at a hard time in life for her. Despite all odds and unsure if she was going to be able to make this happen, she made it happen. Even with all the struggle that happened literally in the past week for her she was able to make it and help us slay ottawa! Jane has been an inspiration to me for a long time and someone I have sparked up quite a bond with. I am glad I can call her a close friend <3. Now as real emos know sometimes you drop the best set ever immediately after dealing with heavy life bullshit. In a way Jane's story is a foil to our own and well, we took up arms. I loved this set. I'm completely biased and idc, but even then I am a artist and unable to move to music idc about. Well I was dancing the whole time. Jane makes really special music, like one of a kind, even if you don't like the style anyone one with an opinion worth listening to recognizes the novelty and uniqueness in her craft. Sadly this goes under appreciated in ottawa, where anywhere else people would be clamouring to book her imo. This set made me realize the deep lore to her musical projects and the world her main projects and side projects inhabit. I find this really cool, but hard for me to do with my own art. She also put me on a whole hyperpop + metalcore kick the following days after her set (and I stay pretty in my lane when it comes to the music I like). I can't name any of the songs because they are all unreleased but the tracks that go from metalcore to some kind of de-industrialized rave have always scratched my brain correctly. I hope she releases these tracks!

It is wonderful to see a true friend grow artistically and improve and push themselves to be better in their craft. It was a blessing to be able to experience this set. It was so loud too, it had the whole house shaking (like actually I witnessed this with my own two eyes). Some how she pushed earthmoving levels of sound through two 1000W speakers and a small sub (all rentals lol). I know it took a lot of strength to get here Jane, but I am so glad you could do this! You are the best creative in ottawa. Speaking of, anyone reading this just make the mental note the next time you catch her show or listen to her music and let her know she is the best artist in Canada's capital bar none. She keeps denying it for some reason. Thanks guys :3

🦆Duck 🏠House



Can't have DIY without a folk band. But actually though these guys know what it takes to be DIY! Duck house have been around making music for a while. So tapped into the underground they found us very early in our careers. Ever since they have been a part of building community and art with us. I am so glad they were able to be an important part of this show and be part of Parliament 2's send off. I will never forget Groomble telling me the house had a special magic to it haha! Speaking of I wanted to specially thank Groomble for everything he has done around the scene, involving me with his radio show, being my connect to interesting bands, scenes and new friends, helping us plan out a whole festival, and ofc being a great friend himself!

Their set was fun and interesting, I especially like the new tracks near the start of their set. Reminding me of the kinda weird fun Zappa might have been having making his music in the 70s. Some cool outsider folk stuff that you can find no where else but inside this band and their many side projects. I especially like what they do with multiple vocalists. They added a nice texture to the line up and I can't wait to see what they do next with all this passion for making art. 

If you haven't already you must check out escept records, we have worked with them many times as moridori and expect many more times. It's the center for the Ottawa underground so check them out! Give some of their songs a spin when you outside of the city center, maybe or strung out on a hot summer day XD. But seriously thank you for everything you guys all do!

P.S: we "patched" the holes in the P2 drywal with your guys set lists as a fun suprise for the landlords lol 😎! (I kept one for myself too <3)

Moridori



Recorded video: [ here ]

Usually I don't write about moridori but I am doing it again really to just highlight one person: my brother. The best drummer in this whole fucking country, maybe the whole planet (barring some of the GOATs that have inspired us maybe hahaha). But definitely the best brother in the world. It's kinda funny throughout my time here in Ottawa I find people have only under-estimated by connection to my brother. I really can only feel sad for them. To not be able to grasp an unbreakable familial bond. I'll talk mad shit about my bro, I'll be an asshole to him and we will fight often, but we are brothers man and thats real and for life. Every demon I have met at some point thought they could pit me against you, thinking a safe space to sow seeds of doubt is when my bro is not around. I get a lot of milage from this (i guess) but I'll leave it here (cuz these people are clearly stupid) but BRUH. You really must be obsessed with yourself to think I'm even still listening to you speak rn XD. And anything I do hear goes right to him: ah yeah watch his opp mannnn. With my brother around man I feel like a powerful force that can slay any evil. I feel like I'm from a SMT game or some shit. Wielding the powers of gods to slay them. I was bullied, a benchwarmer and an outcast growing up but now I know I can take anything and anyone on. It will never not be this dramatic for me haha! But seriously, this show was entirely for my brother. What was meant to be a goodbye became the most important show of our lives. A fight against darkness and a refusal to let it define you...

For the show, we did our debut set adding one new song (previously mentioned) and something to redlight... a song about unbridled anger overflowing to a state of losing control. Picture the most swagged out, stylized , mech anime ever. The protagonist is you, in a rusty mecha inherited from your father (it handles well okay), a fair amount of tragedy, misfortune, betrayal and plain ol' corruption later... it's the final battle with the big bad, and it is down to only you to fight. With the power of literal seven suns harnessed within the foe's mecha. The most pathetic and undeserving pilot stares you down, full of confidence. The only goal: total domination. The impossible battle to save everything you have ever loved ensues, pushing your mech beyond its limit with every system failing and flashing red from the multitude of punches that have miraculously not killed you yet, a refusal to give up leading to self obliteration and the destruction of everything around you, the despair of your friends, the weight of everything on your shoulders have left you uncaring and consumed with anger, the reality that you will lose where it really counts. Throttle, strafe right and a flash drive forward, your jets detaching in the maneuver. Good fortune has landed you decent positioning to the left rear of your overconfident opponent, through the sweat and blood in your visor and the cracked windshield of exploding white and red lights, you pull back then push forward  between your final breath, a refusal to be a victim, the power of such force into a single point expands outward, landing a critical hit to lift the weight of seven suns. The demon cries out but is not heard. An explosion in the sky. "Shut the fuck up". The world turns white and you are embraced by the friend who initially inspired the song... how things evolve into something more than you could even imagine...

I know there are at least a handful of us emos born too soon to pilot mechs. Despite my fear and reluctance to, I've been placed in the pilot's seat. Front man of a band only because I can stand up with my instrument and not destroy any mic in a 3 foot radius. For some reason darkness wanted everything I had that night, situation after situation (literally a sketchy interaction with some guy we kicked out 5 mins before my set, ugh). I still deal with a lot of anxiety too. I still quiver in front of the mic, because, I guess, I feel the entirety of its responsibility. Despite the compounding darkness overtaking my psyche even forgetting the first song (sorry guys, left it in the vid though because thats more real!), my brother was there to prop me up while fighting his own demons: [[[ having but two weeks to pull together the ability to still play music after being used for all the music, trust and love he brings to this world. ]]]. Shed behind a snare, kick, two toms ride, hats and importantly the crash. For many of those less fortunate their fight looks much different, unable to bring their beauty to the stage or even the ears/eyes of anyone who is actually listening/looking. I hear you, feel you and see you. What the world has thrown us took a lot of privilege, luck, friends and support to even begin to get past. What I have learned is understanding that what I have gone through others have as well. As the world rejoices in meaningless politics and squabbles, fame, popularity, notches on their belts... there are those outside, who have only suffered for it, not playing the game either by choice or circumstance. We have played every show like it was our last, not because we wanted to but because the world demanded it. You only begin to live every day like your last, not because you want to, but because the world demands it. We write songs because I hope that one day we can learn to love ourselves. It is literally us VS the world out there, and my faith will always be that you will win.

As silly as it is, that is how serious this stupid emotional hardcore project became to us. I don't know how... you have to live it to know. Expect DEMOS soon mixed and mastered by the best sound engineer in the entire northern hemisphere. More shows too, the minute I work up the courage to talk to people. Thanks for attending our shows I can honestly say this one took moving a mountain.

On to a lighter note now post death of a city (dramatic mech battles and all), you gotta throw a dance party...

facesucker



Recorded video: [ here ]

Who would expect the best tastemaker in the city is also an amazing DJ? Well ofc she is! unbeknownst to me theres all this DRM, paid software bullshit and barrier to entry to DJ the "legit" way at clubs. So enter: beginner DJ table -> speaker cable -> 1000W pa system + sub = profit??? As what should be a shocker to no one this emo bitch (me) is a huge drainer. (I know literally no one will get this reference) Take bladee's DJ sets and move it to the west. But this time instead of early 00s dub and eruo dance, its the cool side of western electronic dance and club music from the same time period. Actual non-performative y2k vibes from someone who was actually there! My legs only move when I hear something I can dance to and I couldn't stop! 

Sadly before the show could even begin someone set off a firework and got the cops called...

Somehow Kitas speech skill alone was enough to get us off without even a write up but it turns out a fair amount of people were scared of a little cop activity... "that really says something" doesn't it? We turned down a bit and for those based enough not to run from authority got the best y2k dance party anyone (from Ottawa at least! XD) could ask for. An amazing debut set, lets hope and pray her dance spells reach the clubs of Ottawa some time soon! To that point, a lot of work goes into these performances. I know many late nights went into creating this set, especially something as important as a debut. It's really cool to have the bride DJ her own wedding right? Thank you dear DJ and every act again for the hard work and capitalization on that hard work to craft a beautiful night, I'm glad good people still exist in this world...

The killing blow



There were quite the handful of paragons in the death to ottawa battle. I want to recognize quite a lot of people actually. It's kinda funny despite all the people that turned out to suck ((( around ))) our DIY arts community here we've got back true vanguards, dreamers, lionhearts and confidants * in * the community. 

THANK YOU...

Sc☼tt for doing doors, security (had to come in clutch twice XD), removing the evil, Braden for making the trip and helping out everywhere and saving my bro, Bung for representing P2 in the ring, Jaicob for officiating, Snow for healing people, helping set up and move, Qunngilit for setting up, curse removal, painting and decoration making, Simon for leading the fight on the astral plain, Jane for doing soundcheck and taking on some of my anxiety, Groomble and the hippies for being chill af, jack for adding "yarf" to my vocabulary, onyx for audio recording, sam for upping the rooms gmi score, the cool cowboy hat guy, em for running support for Sc☼tt, Igor for the coolest gift I have ever gotten, Pict0 and facesucker for getting married and helping out everywhere and performing, all the bands ofc (or most stacked line up to date BTW), gowl for protecting the kit, sam for the wine, the boys for picking up the slack at the new place and everything you all did to help make P2 a legendary place, UFO for filming everything, my loving family, jesus christ and of course...

Thank you to all who came!

Met some cool people actually making real art and looking for inspiration, thanks for respecting the place and bringing cool vibes and being interested in our work. I hope you all got home safe and we could bring some energy to your day to day. A lot of you made me smile which is hard to do, thank you.

The following is a reflection I wrote right after the night (I know a reflection in a reflection) this is for all the community members who really showed up for us. It serves as a good example to my head space at the time, now with all the context...



I think this show for me is an example of light and darkness. Darkness tried to consume our night. I don't know if anyone saw the stage after facesuckers set but imagine that, pitch black with only the lights of candles and sparse lights of still powered audio equipment. Darkness is everywhere and a consuming force. It will aggressively and immediately fill any space it can. Sadly there are those who hearts are completely black, but also there are those who make bad decisions because of this corrupting darkness. But there can only be light where there is darkness. We live in a world were darkness is abundant and intense. There are people who missed our show to keep the flame alive, there are those who had to fight the dregs of humanity to keep the flame alive, there were countless acts that night to save this waning light in a world of violence/darkness. To me those people, and you know who you are, you are my light bringers. Its a burden to keep a flame alive and its hard to fight everyday. We live in a world where the war begins in our own homes right when we wake up. We blessed last night with a beautiful wedding. And darkness still came aggressive. But a flame burns and light is the fastest moving particle we know of, with such advanced properties and unknown magic. Darkness will always try to snuff you out. we've all now see that. Yesterday many people brought light, for those who's flames were dim and for a health of the collective good. Darkness isolates and corrupts but when there is a flame people gather, not all good people i know that lol, but because of the actions of many of ya'll last night I know what a good person around the fire is. They bring wood for the fire. First and foremost they contribute when they are able. This does not have to be always as we all suffer from time to time. But its when they can and even sometimes when it hurts but is necessary. Good people around the flame sing songs and dance and dream grand ideas in the comfort of the fire. Good people keep the light contained and manageable where it is safe for all and does not destruct the world around them. Good people jump the flames with lovers in their hands and call it a wedding. Good people protect the flame and when it goes out breathe life into its ashes even under the pouring rain and threat of life when the odds are insurmountable. The tyrants wield the flames, take and take and take. But its those who know what true light brings, those often weak and subjugated, who are the only ones capable of starting a flame. Last night we learned to wield the flame, in which we were tested by battle immediately. I claim victory for the light bringers. I claim victory for us. This light will never go out it pours out of your beating hearts. Help, and care for and love each other. We can only be strong as good people around the flame. Rest, rejuvenate and repair. Take solace in the fact you have only light to offer a world. A world where many only bring darkness.

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Well, thats finally it, the death of ottawa April 25th 2026. I never would have anticipated a little emo project getting so real huh? I've started a whole community, to allow for my art to exist in this fucking city... I was always a quiet kid and tbh I still am, for some reason I turn on an amplifier and all I want to do is max the volume and scream at the top of my lungs. Words I could never say not behind a guitar. I hide behind this very website too. It was all in the background until its not... I don't know wether I should justify myself, say thank you or I'm sorry. But if you read this far clearly theres something here that you get. I'm not the best writer but like playing notes on a guitar my feelings pour out through my finger tips. "Tone is in the fingers", as my boy gR says. I leave this for the few that are left: no matter how much darkness tries to consume you, in time, you will only realize you were always much more stronger than you ever knew. You matter and your voice carries through space. No matter what you face you are capable of slaying powerful demons. Check in on someone close to you, tell your pets you love them and give someone you haven't heard from in a while a call. Talk about plans on the next demon you will kill or how much more beautiful the past looks now. I'm glad we killed this city. Although, since we are all still here, lets try to build something better together.

With love, from moridori <3



I usually leave something at the end but I got so much to do. A move, getting demos sent off, shows to plan and band practice. If you are reading this please consider joining third culture! You can apply at the applications portal I built [ here ] (yes, I made the application portal for my collective based on my waifu, I just really love Welcome to the NHK okay lol). Anyone is welcome, anyone that is here anyway! We have a forum and group chat, voice chat, everything a digital community needs. Notice: (((NO DISCORD)))! I am still working on a manifesto for the official release of this community and slowly working out the kinks as we go. But jump on in, it's me who handles applications and really I'm a pretty regular dude (just mention you read this far and you will find yourself a swift acceptance XD). I know most of you here are probably on it, if you are take a moment to join up in the XMPP at least and shoot a message on the gc there, if its not working just bug me ab it, i'll get u set up. I need to be able to reach people through IM to actually do stuff you know. After this goes live I'll be giving out limited edition moridori stickers to the first 10 users to post on the main XMPP chat. Anyway look at me, I'm housekeeping my digital cabin on a blog post. It's really like is 2005 again! Some of the best emo came out then for those in the know btw. So much writing about the past I can't be more excited for the future! I'll see everyone at the next show. This time I'm thinking something for all my bratty emo bitches out there, some sass and plenty make-up maybe, domo plush strapped to my back for some reason... I'm listening to a lot of scenecore and drinking monster energy, feeling a scene summer anyone?? Guys the xmpp desktop application literally looks like msn messenger, this is my reality now you literally can't make this up. Summer 26 is gunna be a movie!