There are a couple reasons why Risky Fuel has been unusually quiet in recent weeks.
The first was because Sarah and I went to the family cottage for our annual 10-day hideout/detox/escape/reason to photograph dead fish on the beach.
The second was, upon returning to the city, diving headlong into my responsibilities as the minister of propaganda for the Polaris Music Prize and its kinda-a-big-deal 2015 Short List reveal which took place on July 16.
The 10 albums on said Short List turned out to be a mighty fine cross-section of music well worth arguing over. More important to my professional vanity, however, was how hot we were with #Polaris2015 on the socials and the medias and such.
It turns out we were very hot. As in #1 hot. Well, #1 except for one thing hot…
A fucking Ant-Man promoted…
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