Learn to love the 401
We're back in Toronto, after playing a show at Hamilton's Underground. It's a sweet all-ages club thatt inexplicably also sells beer. Apparently Ontario's liquor laws are a little more relaxed than those in Nova Scotia.
The best part of the show was seeing some familiar Halifax faces; Special Noise ended up being the headliners of the show. They were in fine form and played a blistering set--their second of the night, as they also played The Casbah club. My roommate Christian was also in attendance. he made the trip down from cottage country to see us play and to see the Constantines later on this week. However, due to him deciding to watch one more episode of The Office, he completely missed our set. I'm raising your rent, buddy. The bad news is that Sharp Like Knives couldn't make the show. They are having serious van problems and are stranded in Toronto.
Our set went reasonably well with a couple of exceptions. Often when we play we'll make a few mistakes that we notice but apparently the audience never does. Last night's show was pretty tight overall, but we had two near trainwrecks. Ouch. I blame it on having just driven down Highway 401 for the third time in less than a week. That road is a chore. We also hit some major traffic snaggles as we went through Toronto; I don't think Spen is used to that kind of driving, but he handled it with aplomb.
Ottawa was great. I almost wish we could have stayed a little bit longer. The da Costas were excepional hosts as always. Edie made us breakfast both mornings, and made sure we had lots of fresh fruit for our trip. Tara DC has only mellowed a little bit since I last saw her, and both she and her new beau Tim made it out on a late Sunday to see our show at the Manx. The Manx is a small little pub on Elgin St, a rather trendy part of Ottawa. I was worried when I saw the size and clientelle of the place that they would get angry at us for being so loud, but no. Everyone there seemed very receptive, and the bar staff told us that they would love to have us play there again next time we're in Ottawa. Awesome.
Ottawa also marked our first (and hopefully only) injury so far. Spencer's finger. Caught in van door. Ouch. But apart from a small cut and some initial pain he seems okay.
We also had our first swim session in Ottawa, on Petrie Island in the Ottawa river. It was no Long Lake, but it was okay in a pinch. Throw in a rather rushed visit to the National Art Gallery, and that's our stay in Ottawa.
Today is errand day. I have to call Eva at CKMS in Waterloo (I hope she remembers me...), we're going to visit Zunior records, and probably put a plea up on the Stillepost messageboard for people to come to our Kitchener show, and maybe for a local band to play with us. Later,
Rod
The best part of the show was seeing some familiar Halifax faces; Special Noise ended up being the headliners of the show. They were in fine form and played a blistering set--their second of the night, as they also played The Casbah club. My roommate Christian was also in attendance. he made the trip down from cottage country to see us play and to see the Constantines later on this week. However, due to him deciding to watch one more episode of The Office, he completely missed our set. I'm raising your rent, buddy. The bad news is that Sharp Like Knives couldn't make the show. They are having serious van problems and are stranded in Toronto.
Our set went reasonably well with a couple of exceptions. Often when we play we'll make a few mistakes that we notice but apparently the audience never does. Last night's show was pretty tight overall, but we had two near trainwrecks. Ouch. I blame it on having just driven down Highway 401 for the third time in less than a week. That road is a chore. We also hit some major traffic snaggles as we went through Toronto; I don't think Spen is used to that kind of driving, but he handled it with aplomb.
Ottawa was great. I almost wish we could have stayed a little bit longer. The da Costas were excepional hosts as always. Edie made us breakfast both mornings, and made sure we had lots of fresh fruit for our trip. Tara DC has only mellowed a little bit since I last saw her, and both she and her new beau Tim made it out on a late Sunday to see our show at the Manx. The Manx is a small little pub on Elgin St, a rather trendy part of Ottawa. I was worried when I saw the size and clientelle of the place that they would get angry at us for being so loud, but no. Everyone there seemed very receptive, and the bar staff told us that they would love to have us play there again next time we're in Ottawa. Awesome.
Ottawa also marked our first (and hopefully only) injury so far. Spencer's finger. Caught in van door. Ouch. But apart from a small cut and some initial pain he seems okay.
We also had our first swim session in Ottawa, on Petrie Island in the Ottawa river. It was no Long Lake, but it was okay in a pinch. Throw in a rather rushed visit to the National Art Gallery, and that's our stay in Ottawa.
Today is errand day. I have to call Eva at CKMS in Waterloo (I hope she remembers me...), we're going to visit Zunior records, and probably put a plea up on the Stillepost messageboard for people to come to our Kitchener show, and maybe for a local band to play with us. Later,
Rod
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