It is with heavy, although dieting, hearts that we bid farewell to founding bassist and spritely curmudgeon Adam Cook. As many of our pen-pals have pointed out Adam is leaving team TVP at the worst possible time because we have just released the super excellent 7inch “Hard Drugs and Soft Drinks” via Safe Haven Records.  (Buy your copy today here, or preview it here) And, as many of you have guessed, Adam’s departure was a messy affair, largely due to creative differences regarding the title of the aforementioned 7 inch record. While the five of us that still make up team TVP were content with the title we inevitably settled on, Adam was insistent we call it “Hard Rugs and Soft Dinks.” Never ones to put our good reputation in the gutter and lower ourselves to sexual innuendo, all of Adam’s votes for this distasteful pun were vetoed. He was not happy, and trust me, you wouldn’t have wanted to be a fly on the wall of our rehearsal space the day shit hit the fan. Adam exploded, made Colin cry, and almost came to blows with his own brother Kyle (this of course was a common occurrence, as brothers will be brothers, but on this particular day it was a grim and uncomfortable exchange of words and bravado).

Letting bygones be douches, we wish him all the best, and we know he will excel at whatever he dabbles his calloused little fingers in next. We are all honoured to have played with him and will miss him greatly.  Except for Colin. He’s furious and depressed.


Hello, it’s been a busy week! But really, every week is a busy one for TVP. We’re happy to say that the two songs for our forthcoming 7 inch (Hard Drugs and Soft Drinks) are on their way to be mastered by our buddy Jesse Colburn. They should be finished and ready for pressing shortly. Now all we need is someone to release this thing. Maybe we’ll release it ourselves. We haven’t decided because, as we mentioned, we’re busy.

While you wait to hear it, we invite you to enjoy our latest blog segment, “From the mouths of babes,” which we hope will provide you some insight into what it’s like to be in one of our half dozen pairs of shoes. Each week, or month depending on our level of busyness, we will post a quote overheard at band practice, in the studio, or in the van. We encourage of all our pen-pals to write in with their guess as to which member of the band was the source of this mystery quote.   Winners will have an original, hand drawn, one-panel mini comic, drawn by a band member, mailed to them (postage due). Enjoy, and let the games begin:

I’m uncomfortable with the revelations this band has been coming to.

Hilarious? Sad? What’s the context? Who’s the speaker? Who knows? Do you?

Well, we know that you know our address, so keep those letters coming. Take care.


More questions from the mail bag! This week Kyle Cook of Paris, ON asks what Kyle Cook, the drummer of The Victim Party, does to warm up before playing a gig or entering a marathon recording session. Well, Kyle has several preshow rituals that he uses to get himself into a focused state of beat, but today we’re  going to leave those for another post, and concentrate on his recording session rituals.

Before he even picks up a drumstick, Kyle does what all serious musicians do, he loses his pants. “My legs have to be naked if I’m going to pound some skins, so I only wear high cut shorts or my briefs,” he tells me between giant gulps from a 2litre bottle of Cola. Carbonated drinks are another staple of Kyle’s prerecording hype up. “I need as much caffeine in me as possible, and I really need a full bladder. If I have to piss but won’t let myself, that urgent feeling really translates into the finished product. If I feel like I have to go but can’t then I tend to play everything faster, and as we all know, faster is better. “ Now that he’s jacked up on caffeine and fighting to keep his underwear dry, Kyle moves onto his only meal for the entire session – cabbage. “I need something with minor nutritional value that won’t make my tummy upset. I want to feel full but I don’t want to be sick. Cabbage, particularly red cabbage has always done the trick. I don’t cut it or nothing, I just hold it like a big apple and chomp away while the engineer gets the levels.” And once the levels are good, it’s quiet on the set. “I fucking hate when everyone is flapping their jaws in the studio. This art, my art, requires complete concentration. I don’t want to hear any notes about my playing, or what someone did on their day off. And I especially don’t want to hear any jokes – one uncontrolled burst of laughter and I’m libel to piss all over myself and my drums. It’s happened more than once. Seriously, my kit smells like I store it next to a litter box.”

That’s all the time we have for letters for now. We’ll keep you posted about how the session goes. If you’re in Toronto this weekend, we highly recommend making your way to the Toronto Reference Library for this fun event.  Or if that’s not your thing, try a movie, particularly this move.

April 4, 2012, 7:56 pm
Filed under: Hard Drugs & Soft Drinks


So we’re playing the penultimate show at the Dude Ranch in London on April 7th and we’re stoked about it. Dustin and the guys have had a good run of putting on basement shows over the past couple years and it’s an honour to be playing one of the farewell shows.  Most of us have been playing punk rock for quite a long time and it’s always awesome to run into people that are willing to let bands make noise in their house. If you’re in the area come on out, pound back a couple cans and party while you’re still able to.

For those of you that were in Toronto last weekend, hopefully you caught the last ever show by Dean’s (guitar) other band The Artist Life. It was a fun, emotional night, and if you missed it, that sucks.

Speaking of The Artist Life, TVP will actually be recording a couple songs with Ian Blackwood in May for a 7 inch we’re putting out called “Hard Drugs and Soft Drinks.” We’re really looking forward to recording these tunes and can’t wait for all of you to hear them.

That’s it for now. But before I go, here is the worst idea in the history of television.