Tales of a Canadian Girl Living in Southern Virginia.... By: Kim Cuachon-Haugh Last week I went in for my six-month dental cleaning.  Now, I have been to this dentist before but yet again they had me fill out the new patient forms just as I did six months ago.  And so I succumbed to the tedious forms, “No I have not been diagnosed with HIV; No I do not suffer from any respiratory difficulties….” After all that nonsense I was sat in the dental chair, enter the dentist and he said, “Oh, I remember you, you’re that Canadian.”  That Canadian?  Really? ...

It felt a little Cannonball Run to tell you the truth. Betti Forde and I got on a plane in Toronto, bound for Vancouver, Jubilee, Kenzie Clarke and Mama Miche (Bitchin') caught a flight from Calgary, and B.Traits was already in Van City having flown home a day early after the Banff show. We all met up at 9:30AM, a little groggy, a little banged up, but happy to see each other and get the last leg underway.

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The Get Er Done Tour is picking up mad steam out in the prairies, heading west ward to BC. We picked up B.Traits in Edmonton, and girlfriend is a great addition to this scrappy crew. She turns it out harder than most guys. Splitting her time between the UK and her home town of Vancouver, she was nice enough to answer our 20Qs before it got to crazy on the road. 1. What is your dream of happiness? Making music I love.. in love.. healthy..surrounded by friends, family and smiling faces. 2. Blonde or Brunette? Hmm.. I'm a little of both. Really I'm fascinated...

When most people think about going on a road trip, they think of the age old classics like Maine, California or Florida. Rarely do people wake up and think, "Hey--let's drive from Vancouver to Whitehorse in a Mazda 3 and hope we don't die." Well, I did. To contextualize: a really good friend of mine has been living in Whitehorse for the last few years and is now finally moving back to Ontario. Figuring, hey--this could be my only opportunity to see the Yukon and have a tour guide--I volunteer to come up for a visit. I team up with another friend...

Even in San Francisco, Rock and Roll and Fashion are like Sex and Condoms. I spent last weekend in the California desert surrounded by 75,000 of the world's broadest thinking fashion cats. I've since left the sunshine state to enjoy a little college company in the countries greatest Pacific city, Gangcouver.  Tuesday, I had the most delicious bowl of Earl Grey ice cream and tonight I'm going to some party in Gastown. Tough Life. But what's really important here is getting you the goods to Coachella. This year the festival upped EVERYTHING: more people, more music, more coverage. H&M interviewed me? It was weird. Anyway,...

Bitchin DJs, Mama Miche and Kenzie Clarke were up in the old Whistler place during umm, that sport festival who's name we dare not say. They played shows, got down with the locals, had shots and lived to write about it. Special thanks for Rosa for being our fav West Coast Creep and Andrew Mac for the pics!

“Hip Hop is very young.”

Spills Jay-Z to Sarah Taylor in an interview Saturday afternoon at MuchMusic. A modest and truthful remark from a trailblazer. It's Young. Well Oiled. Unstoppable.

Name: Betti Forde aka Maren Hancock. Occupation: DJ, MC & Vocalist in StinkMitt, freshly appointed Graduate Student at York Biggest turn on: BC Bud Biggest turn off: Gordon Campbell City: Vancouver How long have you lived there?: 11 years, all on the same street (Pacific St.) in the West End, which I call the Rear End. Here is the view of Sunset Beach at 7am from my friend G-Luve's apartment, one block away from mine. Why do you call it home?: Up until last year it didn't snow and you could ride your bike 24/7. Not so much now though, thanks to global...

Once you read all about Evan Biddel you will be craving more. We have the solution for you! Head down to Ultra for the officially Evan Biddel after party. It's only $15 a pop and you'll even get a showing of his pieces.

Tucked away in a sleepy alleyway somewhere off of Queen West one could stumble upon designer Evan Biddell’s front stoop and most likely not even know it. After a few minutes of searching alleyways and buzzing disgruntled tenants, we...