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Being Boring

I’d bolted through a closing door, I would never find myself feeling bored. —Pet Shop Boys, “Being Boring”

“Boredom is immanence in its purest form.” —Lars Svendsen

Good Sine, Group Drone, Cyber Love Garden, 26 January 2025

Luke Loseth and friends perform a group drone at Cyber Love Garden. Video captured for NicheMTL.

We express all ideology oppositionally.

We can either be progressive or conservative, right- or left-wing, for or against this or that.

Ideology is universally understood and yet difficult to define. However, its easiest explanation is itself in opposition — against violence.

Violence is the tool of the repressive state, whereas ideology is the apparatus of the apparently rational. We follow a rules-based order because of ideas rather than existential fear. And yet, when ideas fail, we still resort to violence.

Obedience at its limit is enforced with brutality. Wars, whether physical or economic, erupt at the margins of ideological control.

Horizons, Bradley Ertaskiran, 23 January – 1 March 2025

Gallery views of “Le Grand Corail,” the solo exhibition by Bony Ramirez. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In the 1991 novel American Psycho, the author Bret Easton Ellis represents postmodern ennui with matters of subtle distinction. The variance between brands of mineral water, for instance, or Huey Lewis’s albums, preoccupy Patrick Bateman’s fascination and stand in for legitimate concerns in an atmosphere that defies any sense of depth or retrospection.

Of course, when the difference that makes a difference no longer necessitates discernment, Bateman resorts to the most horrendous violence to rectify his dissatisfaction, oscillating wildly between granular control and broad viciousness.

Rash decision making is a key symptom of disorder. The inability to think through the possible consequences of one’s actions is characteristic of both stupidity and evil, which are the same, as the author Margaret Atwood points out, if one judges by the results.

In a recent New York Times op-ed entitled “The Six Principles of Stupidity,” the columnist David Brooks observes the current prevalence in the United States of the “Dunning-Kruger” effect, noting that “incompetent people don’t have the skills to recognize their own incompetence.”

The modulation of oscillations between hyper-rationality and violence, however, is not the metric of American psychosis so much as is its speed.

You don’t need a psychiatrist to know which way the wind blows. You only need an anemometer to measure its velocity.

Sarah Pagé & Patrick Graham, Littoral States, Envision Records (2025)

Sarah Pagé and Patrick Graham perform with No Hay Banda at La Sala Rossa. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Information and its significance are two separate things. There exists an overabundance of information today, in practically infinite forms — linguistic, numeric, subconscious. But most information doesn’t necessarily result in anything meaningful.

We can distinguish information and meaning in part by their rate of transmission and interpretation. Information nowadays moves at the speed of light. That is to say, binary code travels practically instantaneously around the world. Speed itself is speeding up.

Meaning, though, takes time, deliberation, and intelligence to decode. Interpretation may even define time anew in an era of informational instantaneity. When novelty is refreshed at ever-accelerating rates, and virtual mobility diminishes distance, what’s surplus is time.

Jaeyoung Chong & Anita Pari, In Darkness and Light, Banjaxed Records, 26 January 2025

Anita Pari and Jaeyoung Chong perform at Banjaxed Records. Photographed for NicheMTL.

All greatness is in assault!—an inaccurate translation of Plato or a paraphrasing of American forcing?” —Paul Virilio, Speed and Politics

Perhaps Norman McLaren’s most famous short film, Neighbours, as its name suggests, caricatures the devolving relationship between two next-door neighbours as they fight, mortally, over the rightful ownership of a flower.

At first, a fence is erected. Eventually, families are murdered — this is played for laughs — and ultimately, the pair die, killing the flower over which they fought in the process.

The moral of the story isn’t too deep or difficult to detect. The title card at the end of the typically Canadian vignette suggests, in multiple languages, to “love thy neighbour.”

Maybe McLaren’s film is overly optimistic, though. Because in addition to reiterating Christ’s empty commandment, which few have abided by in more than two millennia, the suggestion is that loving one’s neighbour will elicit reciprocation. Just because you love someone doesn’t mean they’ll love you back.

At the moment, we have a neighbour impervious to love, who demands fear, who provokes rage. And so, we might do well to observe Jesus’s other Golden Rule: do unto others as they do unto you.

Christian Gerhaher & Gerold Huber, Schumann Recital, Bourgie Hall, 28 January 2025

Christian Gerhaher (left) and Gerold Huber (right). Nikolaj Lund for Bourgie Hall.

There is an apt scene for this moment in the otherwise abhorrent 1993 McCauley Culkin film The Good Son.

The movie portrays Culkin as a psychotic child who behaves cruelly towards his cousin, played in the picture by a cherubic young Elijah Wood.

Early on in the story, Culkin and Wood’s characters are seated for family dinner when Culkin kicks Wood’s foot under the table. At first, Wood attempts to ignore Culkin’s sick little game. But he quickly becomes antagonized and finally kicks Culkin back. This provokes a masochistic grin on Culkin’s face, a smirk that speaks volumes about the nature and desire of violence.

Doing nothing is a luxury that most of us can no longer afford. And I’m not talking now about taking a day off or even powering the screen down and zoning out for a few hours. We haven’t been able to pry ourselves away from productivity for a long time already, with work increasingly colonizing our free time, disguising drudgery as fun, insidiously transforming leisure into labour.

I’m talking about doing nothing in the face of methodical provocation. When Russia invaded Ukraine in early 2022, doing nothing simply wasn’t an option. There was no scenario in which inaction would generate the desired result.

Forcing a reaction is a textbook tactic of narcissistic personalities — whether in individual people or entire nations. Narcissists strike out primarily to be struck in return.

But another strategy has emerged in contemporary psychology to counteract narcissistic escalation. I first read about it in another New York Times piece with the intriguing title, “How to ‘Gray Rock’ Conversations with Difficult People.” What is ‘Gray Rocking?’ I wondered.

Incidentally, it’s just what it says on the tin: becoming as dull and unresponsive as a gray rock.

Sometimes, the best reaction is no reaction.◼︎

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Cover image: Nicolas Grenier, Flag Study (Sun), 2024-2025. Oil on canvas, 63.5 x 73.7 cm.

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Slipping Away

Coded Dreams, 9 October 2024 – 12 January 2025, Centre PHI

Marc Da Costa and Matthew Niederhauser at Centre PHI. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“First the sun and then the moon, one of them will be ‘round soon.” —The Rolling Stones, “Slipping Away”

The impetus for technological innovation was once upon a time to extend humankind’s functional capacities. We invented shovels so we wouldn’t have to dig with our fingers. We devised washing machines so we wouldn’t have to scrub our fabrics by hand. Books prolonged our natural memories; recordings preserved ephemeral sounds that would have otherwise been lost in time.

Media then became all about compression, packing more and more into less and less. Books and motion pictures and audio recordings were progressively condensed onto celluloid reels, shellac disks, vinyl records, magnetic tape, then digitized into formats that advertised their increasing miniaturization. The Compact Disc. The iPod Nano. The MacBook Air. Everything into nothing.

Artificial Intelligence presents the veneer of infinite information beneath a shiny, tiny interface. But below the surface, it’s as hollow as an abandoned snail shell — pretty but vacant.

“Images and information,” writes the media theorist Laura Marks in her 2010 book Enfoldment and Infinity, “come into the world and roll back into the infinite in a ceaseless flow of unfolding and enfolding.”

It is not, however, the process of unfolding-enfolding that is ceaseless; it’s the flow.

Communauté Slo / Nancy Tobin, Superheart L’Opera, 9 October 2024, La Chapelle | Scènes Contemporaines

The company of Superheart L’Opera receives a standing ovation. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“The future exists only in the shape of our present apprehensions and hopes, and the past merely as memory.” —W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn

The camera eye is a consumer-grade drone flown across the New Mexico desert by a twelve-year-old boy named Emmanuel. We cruise smoothly over scrub and brush, whizzing above rocks and low bushes, surrounded by nothing but reddish-brown sand and cerulean, blue sky. In the far distance, mountains; in the other direction, what looks like a state-of-the-art military base.

A hare scurries among the spikey cacti and thistle weed, approaching the observation tower and barbed wire fences surrounding the secured compound. As it tracks the hare, Emmanuel’s drone suddenly explodes mid-air, apparently shot by an automated ballistic weapon.

The boy runs to the perimeter fence, tears streaming down his face. He retrieves the wreckage as an obese, moustached guard wearing a bulletproof vest and aviator sunglasses approaches the fence from the other side.

“Shouldn’t be flying that damn thing around here, kid,” warns the guard — too late for Emmanuel.

“This base has the highest-level security of any in these United States,” he mutters to no one in particular as he wheels back on his leather boots and returns like a fat robot to his post.

A Place to Noise, Léa Boudreau, 11 October 2024, Cyber Love Hotel

Schematics drawing at Léa Boudreau’s A Place to Noise installation. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“Nothing here now but the recordings.” —William S. Burroughs, “Soul Killer”

Autumn is undoubtedly the season for nostalgia, for reflecting on the year’s events and making plans for whatever time is left. The falling leaves signify time’s passage and the inevitability of death. Montreal’s autumnal magnificence is surely a testament to the truth that there is beauty in decay, that youth is illusory, time is cyclical.

Sometimes, you already know when something is happening that you will become nostalgic for that time later in life. It’s an uncanny feeling, projecting yourself into an inherently sadder future in which you will miss the moment you’re inhabiting right now. The now that will be.

When you have that future nostalgic sense, hold onto it for as long as possible, and then let it go as soon as you feel its departure.

Cleave it and leave it.

Wadada Leo Smith and Sylvie Courvoisier with Rehab Hazgui, 7 October 2024, La Sala Rossa

Rehab Hazgui performs at La Sala Rossa for the Flux Festival, 7 October 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“In conditions of digital recall, loss is itself lost.” —Mark Fisher, Ghosts of My Life

Human memory has always been selective. We tend to recall our favourite moments with crystal clarity. Trauma, too, marks our commemorative impulses deeply. But hard drives and digital memory store the good and the bad with ruthless indifference. They can call up any memory at any given time — even simultaneously — with the happiest and most distressing events sitting right next to each other, sharing virtual space on a plane with seemingly an infinite amount of it.

Machines don’t discern between one or another emotion. Plenty of sweat and tears have been shed trying to teach them to behave more human-like. The question is, should machines become more like us, or should we strive to be more like them, abandoning our warm and soft physicality for something colder and more calculating?

FYEAR with Erika Angell, 16 October 2024, Centre PHI

Left: Tawhida Tanya Evanson; Right: Jason Sharp of FYEAR. Photographed for NicheMTL.

“What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light.” —Johnny Cash, “God’s Gonna Cut You Down”

I received an email from a friend recently telling me that he was finding it increasingly difficult to do anything “for fun.”

The news of war in Lebanon — and Gaza, and Ukraine, and Sudan — was apparently robbing him of the inner capacity for enjoyment just for the sake of enjoyment. Of course, we focus on death toll and count victims in numbers. But enlightenment is immeasurable, and the true casualty of war.

This, I believe, is what Mark Fisher meant by “consciousness deflation.” In order to raise the awareness of our collective situation and surroundings, we require an elevated sense of perspective. We have to become lighter to attain the moral high ground. Our opponents seek to lower us, to weigh us down with a constant barrage of base-level emotions — fear, anger, hatred — that enshroud us in a thick and heavy darkness.

In Krakow’s ghetto district, where thousands of Europe’s Jews were rounded up during World War II before being shipped off to die in concentration camps, I was surprised when I travelled there for the first time in 2018 to see a graffito on a tenement wall depicting Gene Kelly from the 1952 film Singin’ in the Rain with a caption reading, “I’m happy again.” A dark joke, I thought.

I couldn’t help but laugh, though, given the context — both historical and geographical.◼︎

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I’ll Be Your Mirror

Leon Louder, Feast, Rockinghorse, Unfulfillment + Stranger Ways Recordings (2024)

In Western society, there are five general characteristics of successful people: you can be tough, cool, smart, beautiful, or funny.

Some combinations are possible. For example, you can be both tough and cool. Or cool and beautiful.

But some categories are mutually exclusive. Although you can be funny and smart, it is nearly impossible to be both cool and funny.

Many characteristics can be cultivated; others are inborn. You can work out and get tougher. You can even study and get smarter. But you cannot fake being funnier.

The best comedians aren’t tough or beautiful — or even remarkably smart. Clever, perhaps. Intellectual, not so much.

The comedian Jerry Seinfeld believes that comedy is as close as we can come to justice. This is why I most admire naturally funny people. They generally have to survive on their sense of humour alone.

Good Sine, with Holobody, Owen Gilbride, and Vivian Li, Cyber Love Hotel, 4 August 2024

O God, make me poor enough, to love your diamond in the rough, or in my failure let me see, my greed raised to mystery.

—Leonard Cohen

We are prone to despise any system that doesn’t benefit us — and uphold those that do. The jerks that picked on you in school are no longer jerks now that you’re one of them and can pick the one you pick upon. Capitalism sucks until you start to make the big bucks.

It’s not that one system is virtuous and another system vicious. Systems are systemically corrupt.

The OM at the foot of Mount Royal, with Alexandra Stréliski, 6 August 2024

Yannick Nézet-Séguin conducts the Orchestre Metropolitain at Parc Mount Royal, 6 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

The place that my paternal grandfather came from is currently within the borders of Ukraine. But when he left, it was part of Poland.

Likewise, my maternal grandparents originate from a region that, although it is now in Russian-occupied Ukraine, at various times was Austro-Hungarian, Romanian, and a Soviet Socialist Republic.

The French in Quebec neglect to recognize that the territory in which they assume the God-given right to speak French at one time not too long ago was home to neither the French nor God. In 100 years, it is doubtful that French will be the dominant language here, if it is now.

Tour guides love to lead gaggles of sightseers around Old Montreal pointing out with inflated authority the city’s first fort, first chapel, first bank. But who was really here first? And before that?

How long does it take for you to live in a place before you can confidently claim that you’re from that place? And what happens if that place changes hands? Where are you from then?

History is comprised of a series of replacements, none of them great. We are here today and gone tomorrow, when someone else will take our place. If times get tough, we can leave, or stay and fight and work to remake the place to our own liking.

We come from dirt, and to dirt we will return. In between, we garden.

Nick Bodoin, Akermus, 8 August 2024

Attendees gather at Akermus, 8 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Who is as the wise man? and who knoweth the interpretation of a thing? a man’s wisdom maketh his face to shine, and the boldness of his face shall be changed.

—Ecclesiastes 8:1

I think everybody should like everybody.

—Andy Warhol

When you first look at a person’s face, for an instant, you are looking back at your own reflection. We cannot help the reactions we experience when looking into other people’s faces. Attraction and revulsion, recognition and disregard, all at once.

I’m sure the Germans have a word for that perfect balance one feels between beauty and terror, awe and fright.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The exercise, then, is to behold yourself as beautiful. Then, an unsightly face can never be seen.

Echoes IX, with Fiza, Xon, Sonic Malice, and Philippe-Aubert Gauthier, Ateliers Belleville, 3 August 2024

Sonic Malice perform at Ateliers Belleville 3 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

On 9 August 1945, the United States dropped an atomic bomb, its second and last to date, on Nagasaki, Japan, bringing World War II to its savage conclusion.

Just past midnight on 9 August 1969, Charles “Tex” Watson, Susan Atkins, Linda Kasabian, and Patricia Krenwinkel, known collectively as “the Manson Family,” took the lives of celebrity hairdresser Jay Sebring, the coffee heiress Abigail Folger, her lover Wojciech Frykowski, houseguest Steven Parent, and the film actress Sharon Tate at a Benedict Canyon mansion located at 10050 Cielo Drive, closing out a decade known for peace and love with mayhem and murder.

On 9 August 1988, Wayne Gretzky, the hockey player nicknamed “the Great One,” was traded from the Edmonton Oilers to the Los Angeles Kings, ending an era during which Edmonton was regarded nationally as “the City of Champions.”

And on 9 August 2004, I relocated permanently from Edmonton to Montreal to attend the Mel Hoppenheim School of Cinema at Concordia University.

Reflecting on the past 20 years residing here, the city has changed almost as drastically as if it had endured a war, or a killing spree. Entire neighbourhoods like the Old Port and Griffintown have been redeveloped beyond recognition; the provincial government presently in power has slashed funding for arts and cultural activities. Of course, the Coronavirus crisis and its broad and sprawling effects on society weren’t good for anybody.

And yet a sense of solidarity has coalesced in areas like Pointe-Saint-Charles and the Garment District, where artist-run centres such as Bâtiment 7 and Ateliers Belleville have stepped in to serve underrepresented creative communities. Though Montreal hasn’t won an Oscar for Best International film since The Barbarian Invasions in 2003, or a Stanley Cup since a decade earlier, the city continues to be a magnet for excellence in art, academia, music, movies, and sport.

I like to think of the talented expats who decamp here as human transfer payments, replenishing Montreal’s perennially bereft coffers with cultural wealth.◼︎

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Cover image: Listeners gather at the foot of Mount Royal to hear the Orchestre Metropolitain perform, 6 August 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

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Soft Focus, Bradley Ertaskiran, Until 7 September 2024

Manual Axel Strain. Dawn transforms into siya (saskatoon berry) (2023), Bradley Ertaskiran, 11 July 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In the early 1980s, there was nothing that I wanted more than a Cabbage Patch Kid.

Verily, I was the target market for this genius stroke of consumer product branding: I was a child in the early 1980s.

Every other 1980s child I knew had one, it seemed, and wanting to be like every other child, I hankered and desired and yearned for a Cabbage Patch Kid like no other item.

I wanted one like I wanted Christmas to come. I craved a Cabbage Patch Kid more than food. It was the first time I can recall developing something approaching an addictive impulse, needing that doll.

My dad didn’t want me to have one. He didn’t want me to play with dolls, I imagine, because he thought that in this world there were boy things and there were girl things, and decidedly, dolls were the latter. So, for a long time, I just quietly coveted other children’s Cabbage Patch Kids.

But my maternal grandmother, Margaret, knew how much I wanted this toy. And being a knitter, she took it upon herself to make me a Cabbage Patch Kid.

Out of a pair of thick old stockings, denim and yarn and buttons, she crafted for me a home-made version of this marketing phenomenon which approximated a Cabbage Patch Kid. As Cabbage Patch Kids all had names, Margaret gave my doll a name, too. His name was Flint.

I loved Flint, possibly more than I would have loved a Cabbage Patch Kid. Everyone else had a Cabbage Patch Kid, but no one else had Flint. Flint was even better than the real thing — singular, not mass-produced, in retrospect, more niche.

Looking back now, Flint is my Rosebud.

Good Sine, Cyber Love Hotel, 7 July 2024

From Left: Scott Bevins, Kevin O’Neil, Lisa Teichmann, and Luke Loseth perform at Cyber Love Hotel, 7 July 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

At a recent party, I had the good fortune to meet an actual practicing theoretical physicist. This man, whose name was James and was a spry 81 years old and in Montreal for an academic conference, appropriately gravitated towards my companion and me, lurking in the kitchen corner.

We struck up a conversation and I could immediately discern a higher level of intelligence and experience in James. His demeanour was calm and his sense of focus unsullied by the acceleratory pace of social media.

He spoke of concepts and ideas and told stories with gravitas and substance. He talked about Schrödinger and chaos and string theory and general relativity, fascinating us as a magician might with a coin trick.

I asked James if he believed that there were simultaneous, competing realities, and without hesitation, he said absolutely yes. He told us that the best answer that physics can offer to the nature of being is “probably.”

I shuddered and felt a tingle through my spine at that moment as I realized that I had probably stumbled into my own best possible competing reality.

Conflit Majeur, with Poor Girl, Shunk, and Puberty Well, Van Horne, 19 July 2024

Children dance while Shunk perform beneath the Van Horne overpass, 19 July 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

Quentin Tarantino’s 1997 film Jackie Brown, based on the 1992 novel Rum Punch by Elmore Leonard, features a scene in which the film’s main character, Ordell Robbie, whom Samuel L. Jackson portrays, details his dreams for the future. Robbie plans on amassing a million dollars in Mexico from his trade in the sale of illegal firearms and, as he puts it, “spend the rest of my life spending.”

This is a common theme of heist films — to steal or otherwise stockpile enough wealth to live out the remainder of one’s days free from labour’s obligations. To escape the work world, even if that work is crime, is the ideal goal.

Dennis Hopper’s 1969 counterculture classic Easy Rider reiterates this refrain.

In a scene where the film’s protagonists, Billy, played by Hopper, and Peter Fonda’s character, Wyatt, sit smoking marijuana around a campfire after selling an enormous stash of cocaine, Billy declares, “We’re rich, man. We’re retired in Florida now, mister.”

Wyatt replies, “No Billy, we blew it.”

“What?” Billy asks incredulously. “That’s what it’s all about, man, like, you know, you go for the big money, man, and then you’re free, you dig?”

Wyatt gazes into the flames and smirks and repeats, this time more forcefully, “We blew it.”

During an interview contained in the special edition DVD release of the film, Peter Fonda elaborates on this enigmatic response. He talks with genuine anger about people who aspire to retire. “I want to get right in their face and say fuck you man, there is so much work to do.”

Terra Flecta, SAT, 12 July 2024

Excerpt from videographer Emma Forgues and musicians Philippe Vandal and Joël Lavoie’s Terra Flecta. Captured for NicheMTL.

Thou shalt make thee no molten gods. —Exodus 34:17

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? —Matthew 6:26

The Torah speaks of a Jealous God who commands His disciples to worship no other deities but Him. The New Testament echoes this notion throughout, attributing false idol status primarily to money and pleasures of the flesh. True fearers of God must always be in the spirit rather than in the world.

This is a paradox — and, according to most faithful orders, the origin of suffering.

Humans are born with desire. As soon as we emerge from the womb, we cry, as if in anticipation of a lifetime of unrequited yearning. To want is to never be fulfilled. And yet we seem to need wanting.

This is The Place Where We Pray, Lara Kramer, Fonderie Darling, 18 July 2024

Lara Kramer performs in front of Fonderie Darling, 18 July 2024. Photographed for NicheMTL.

In Ernest Hemingway’s 1952 novella, The Old Man and the Sea, Santiago, an ageing fisherman, catches a fish so big that he has to tie it to the side of his boat to bring it ashore. But on the way back, sharks and other scavenging predators feast on the fish so that all that Santiago is left with is the fish’s skeleton.

This story is typically interpreted as a metaphor for human aspiration. The more we accumulate, the more we are apt to lose.

But taken from the shark’s angle, The Old Man and the Sea could be a holy book about an otherworldly entity — a sort of deity — who arrives in an unidentified seafaring object and feeds the masses.

It’s all about perspective.◼︎

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Cover image: Sonya Derviz, Reclining, dreaming, (2024.) Charcoal and oil on linen, 160 x 200 x 2.5 cm. Photographed for NicheMTL

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