Due to moving to bare houses, no one had internet or the time to post this when we got back. It was however written in the van. We're back in Montreal now, and boy, does it ever feel _ _ _ _ to be back.
I think where I last left off was in Saskatoon. We're much past that now, on our way to Ottawa, heading down the 401.
I wasn't feeling funny last night at the show, and I still don't think I am now, floss the teeth and put on a smile.
The trees here look like we're on our way through Jurassic Park. Quite a beautiful drive, especially being from Alberta. Everything is very rolling.
We slid into Winnipeg to play at Lo Pub, a joint that is considered 'the place to be for a beer and some tunes'. Very wooden pub, with decorative markings that suggested maybe a Swede owned it. The Absent Sound opened, with some very scree---- we just passed a rode called cobble dick--- ching guitars and large swells. The lead singer looked that he could have been a sailor playing for his complementary pint of beer. Knots as usual played a beautiful set, extremely emotive that night. We played, I feel, one of our best sets on the tour, it was just such a wonderful atmosphere, the people in Winnipeg listened, they moved their body- NO ARM CROSSES, THANK GOD, no floor sitters from tired legs and excitin lives, laughed at really bad jokes, it was just a very enjoyable time. We got our first encore of the tour, and I celebrated by getting drunk in the lobby until 3 am. May I add that before going on this tour I learned that I am allergic to beer, this means that when the band gets their drink tickets for shitty beer I tell them my story about being allergic to beer and i get a rum and coke or gin and tonic, i don't mind it one bit. anyways, life isn't about drinking and smoking, it's about everything but! PERFECT NEGLECT! We made our way back to the hostel, a room with 3 bunk beds. WAKE UP, BRUSH TEETH, EAT TIM HORTONS, DRIVE TO THUNDER BAY, 9 HOURS LATER THUNDER BAY. We were greeted with a table top of 3 different french fries, hot wings and sweet wings, fried fish cubes, checkered napkins, red baskets, red cups with water and white straws and six audience heads. If you think about it, when touring across Canada you have to go from Winnipeg to Toronto, that's the next stop, and that in itself is a 24 hour drive, so of course one must stop in either Thunder Bay or Sudbury, or both. The Apollo, where we played in Thunder Bay, has a touring band every night, especially during Summer, so these kids are getting a band every night, hence the six audience heads. It was still a really nice show though. Two really beautiful girls who were both 18 were there early, and stayed till most people had left. The opening band, Pedestrian Lifestyle were SO CUTE, I think it was one of their first shows, parents filling the booths, dads with video camera, photographer flashing from the local newspaper. The second band, Casanova Frankenstein could have said fuck off to everyone and it wouldn't have been much different. It was their last show in Thunder Bay, moving away, maybe they're heading off to Vancouver to salute punk.
We stayed up top the Apollo with our own rooms, mine overlooking a piecing saloon, I had a great sleep and so did the others.
We drove the next day for 14 hours. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is one of the saddest novels. Ontario has great post cards. Canadians exploit Native American crafts at every gas stop.
We took a fairy from South Baymouth at 10 pm over to Sauble Beach. While on the fairy we gazed at some stars, and figured out how to expose our faces on to the bum of our pants by using long exposure times. They are posted above. Taylor's grandparents live at Sauble beach. We woke to a beautiful breakfast prepared by his Graggy and then we walked down the road over a hill and to our surprise a divine, white sand beach, with water as far as you can see. We ran into the water with Taylor's cousins, while he stayed and looked good on the beach (he came in later). Hey, is this blog entry too long? I bet it is. Deep breath----
SO WE SWAM AND THEN WE DROVE AND THEN WE ARRIVED IN TORONTO AND NOT MANY PEOPLE CAME TO OUR SHOW AND WE PLAYED A PRETTY BAD SHOW BECAUSE WE HAD BUILT UP A LOT OF EXPECTATION OVER IT AND THINGS FELT HOLLOW THAT NIGHT, BEST SOUND THOUGH, THANK YOU NOAH, THE PHENOMES WERE GREAT I GOT HEAD SHIVS, AND THEN WE STAYED IN THIS ROOM THAT WAS CALLED THE ARTIST IN RESIDENCE SUIT (A.I.R, -- CLEVER) AND IT LOOKED LIKE THE ROOM OF A TORONTO KID WITH A LEATHER JACKET WHO KEPT SOME COKE IN HIS INSIDE POCKED WOULD SLEEP IN, BUT THE BEDS WERE COMFORTABLE SO WE SLEPT AND NOW WERE OFF TO ELSE WHERE, THAT BEING OTTAWA.
I met a woman who told me my birthday and the dates of the end of the world, and I kind of believe her because she told me my birthday.