In all seriousness...

Yesterday afternoon I was standing in a store weighing my options. I stood transfixed by the wall of brands as I thought too long and too hard about what single can of beer I would choose to fill my mouth. In the middle of this ridiculous selection process I was interrupted by a message to my phone from a close friend informing me that a mutual friend of ours, Dan Achen, passed away the night previous.

For those who don't know. Dan Achen was a Hamilton based recording engineer and producer, the owner of Catherine North Studios and a vault of really neat old music gear, and an enthusiastic, music loving dude who was arguably the first person to invest his time and money in I Am Committing A Sin for the love of the project.

Though they never really saw the light of day, the three songs we recorded with Dan at Catherine North were invaluable as a foundation and were certainly more formative than we expected at the time.

Dan spent his life doing what he wanted to do, and that's something that I strive to do and admire in other people. I've been told that Dan suffered the heart attack during or shortly after a game of Monday night pick-up hockey which if you knew him, was something he talked about often. The fact that Dan passed away while doing exactly what he wanted to be doing is proof enough that he was an awesome person.

Just incase you think my reasons aren't good enough, Chart Attack has eleven more that will surely suffice.

http://www.chartattack.com/news/80240/ten-reasons-dan-achen-was-cool

and Catherine North:

http://www.catherinenorth.com/

Thanks, everyone.

NAAAAAAT Funny

Over the course of the last several months the five of us; myself especially, have done some real no-soul searching. This all beginning around the time I announced to the other members and subsequently to all of you that I was leaving the band to pursue personal academic exploits. The decision to leave the group was perhaps the single most difficult one I've ever had to make. I feel like I hit a low point when I asked myself whether or not what we were doing had real purpose and if making art was truly worth sacrificing things like stability, structure and at times even my sanity. I never thought that I’d ever have to answer those kinds of questions. I decided that it wasn't, told the people closest to me, and that was that.

It's hard to walk away from something that at one point consumed you entirely. IACAS was and still is a machine or engine, perpetually gaining speed and making it nearly impossible to stop, get off and enjoy certain things around you- things you love. The ride is befitting of the music we've made; sporadic, fast paced, and at times almost a chore to appreciate.

We’ve played some final farewell shows, most of which were amazing and because of that you’d probably find us sitting somewhere in the back of the venue after them, looking depressed. It’s hard to swallow the expiry date and looking at us walking off stage after those performances, you could most likely see it sitting there in our throats as we tried to get it down.

We’re sick of trying to swallow it and we’re not going to. I want those of you who still care about us to know that IACAS isn’t dead just yet. The 5 of us together have decided that at this point in our lives, both for us and for you, we won’t be giving up on art and we’ll be finishing what we’ve started. It’s not a realization on my part, or any sort of epiphany for that matter. I’ve made the decision to stick it out and push this machine to run as fast and hard as it can and I promise I’ll have this arrogant, shit eating grin on my face as it does. We’re going to be louder, more aggressive and won’t hold back any punches this time. I’m not done screaming my opinions in your faces and I’m more pissed than ever.

To those of you who made the supposed farewell shows what they were: thank you. To those of you who flooded my personal facebook account with pleas for me to stay: thank you so fucking much. And to those of you who enjoyed a laugh and a tickle when we told you it was over: it’s time to cry, pussies. This is music. A movement. A union. And these fucking lungs haven’t given up just yet so quit it with the jokes.

Review of the 2nd annual academy awards (gold statues)

PRECIOUS WINS: Best K.F.Cinematography (0 STARS!!!!)




PRECIOUS WINS: Best Arm Fat (0 STARS!!!!!!!!)




PRECIOUS WINS: Best Performance (Samuel L. Jackson as 'Young Precious') (0 Stars!!!!!!)





Precious Wins: Best Supporting Floor Boards (0 Stars!!!!!!




Precious Wins: Best Movie sans Jew (0 Stars!!!!!)






For all these reasons and more, we're still going to make music for you. Stay tuned for your final warning before this happens again.

-Daniel

2nd Annual "New Years Resolutions You're An Idiot For Making" Blog

1. You told your wife: "Gee golly whiz dicks Alice, I sure do think that I'll start eating some more oranges so I can be as strong as I was on the high school football team." WRONG! Because you do know where oranges come from, don't you?

2. You told your wife: "Gee golly whiz dicks Alice, I sure do think I'll start playing basketball with little Jimmy and Jimmy Jr (the girl one!)" WRONG! Because you do know where basketballs come from from, don't you?

3. You told your wife: "Gee golly whiz dicks Alice, I sure do think I'll start listening to the rap music so I can have a better relationship with little Jimmy and Jimmy Jr (the girl one!)" WRONG! Because you do know where rap music comes from, don't you?



4. You told your wife: "Gee golly whiz dicks Alice, I sure do think I'll quit smoking this year." Really? Again? Shut up already, it's impossible.

5. You told your wife: "Gee golly whiz dicks Alice, I sure do think I'll stop reading that fucking I Am Committing A Sin blog. It's so fucking stupid. The guy who writes them is probably a chubby, short, ugly asshole." WRONG! Because you know where other blogs come from, don't you?

When people stop making new years resolutions, I'll stop blogging all together. It's not like I like doing it anyways. Don't forget that our new body of work, "The Tragedians EP", is still streaming on punknews.org. Try to forget that they spelt our name wrong and that they omitted the album art though.

http://www.punknews.org/bands/iamcommitingasin

Captain's Blog Stardate: 95553

You look like this:







There's only one problem: I hate you.

Merry God-day fuck twats!

-Daniel

This Week (Next Week [The Week That Happens Now, Idiot]) And Also A Group Of People I Hate

Dear Much Music watching fuckbags (bags o' fuck),

get ready for next week because if you live anywhere between London and Toronto you've got a chance to get super happy before you have the worst get-ahead religious holiday ever.

On Wednesday we're doing a little thing I like to call, "playing with Protest the Hero in London". It's at London Music Hall or whatever so come out. I told you London-loving crumpet fuckers that we'd be back. And lucky you, it's with a real band this time and not with a "baby's first band with breakdowns and auto-tune" kind of band. Well...almost. So we kept our promise. We're sorry and you're welcome.

After that show you've got 2 days to make your way down to Toronto where we'll be playing a show with our brother bands (with whom we share a patriarchical and enslaving management duo), Arietta and Ulysses and the Siren. But shut the fuck up before you scream like a 14 year old Jonas-whore because Lifestory; Monologue is on the fucking bill too!

Now you scream.

Done? Good.

So make sure you check out that show (December 19th @ Sneaky Dee's in Toronto).

Sounds like a pretty good week, dun it?

Okay now that business is out of the way I can talk to you about some people that suck.

Look at this:

Here you see the average fat girl between the ages of 18 and 24.
These people a) live in residence b) love to drink c) love Jack Johnson and d) piss me off .
In their natural state these women know that they aren't beautiful. It kills them. Eats them upside, so they eat everything up outside. The interesting part, however, is how they attempt to fix this problem. How do they sparkle like hollywood stars? How can they possibly make themselves look "sexy"?

THE SOLUTION:

OF COURSE!!!!! THE LITTLE BLACK GLASSES!!!!!!
These glasses a) make them look smart-sexy so they don't need to work on the rest b) make them look so distinguished and c) eleviate their self-consciousness and turn them into self-righteous pieces of shit with a false sense of entitlement.

THE REAL SOLUTION

Fat people suck and fat people who are happy about being fat suck harder,

Daniel.

p.s. I'm not suggesting that everyone should strive to be a 40lb model so don't give me that shit.

Relaxims!

Dear Sheep,

Wanna see something? 

That's usually what the girls would say to us before they flashed us in grade six or whatever. And then the next day we'd all be like, "Yo! Flashing was puuuuuuuuuunk yesterday dawg."

But you're not getting tits today sheep, you're getting a sneak peak at what we sometimes do when we aren't playing shows... we make music videos for Maxims. 

I know you're all excited and everything, but deep down a part of you is wishing that you were, in fact, getting some tits today. So IMA do you a favour: www.pussy.org/tits. 

Here's the real tits though:

See those wonderful and magical shirts we're wearing? (Wonderful fit and magical pussy power). They were made by our dearest pal, Chris Robertson (More commonly referred to as: Cheapy, Chiefy, Chippy or I Love You Chiefy!). We shot the video in  his art studio in Montreal (which you're allowed to smoke in by the way) and all of those amazing pieces of art you see in the set were made him. Please check out his work here: www.invisibleninjas.com/chris    or at     www.monikerdesigns.ca

We respect and admire his work and lifestyle above the work of anyone else (Matt Petitt and Marc Giroux included). 

Also, please check out the wonderful people who helped us make a video at www.icanseemybreath.com. Jonathon Sturgeon rules harder that O'Doile.

Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' Rollin',

FUCKYOUDANIELXXXXXXXXXXXXX