700 km is NOT for Driving

Dusty at the hotel

We left the confines of our homey hotel in Wakefield, MA and made the long drive to Fredericton, NB. Needless to say that with 5 imaginative men in an enclosed space (that's hurtling along at 100 km/h) for more than 8 hours terrible things were discussed. Chose an offensive topic, multiply the darkness by a factor of ten and you probably have a van ride with a band that's been on the road for a week. We've all agreed that we'd very much prefer it if someone was driving the bus the next time we make such a drive. So, if anyone has a bus lying around, please let us know.

We had no show booked tonight but we headed down to a place called The Capital to hit an open mic jam. In Toronto that means a host will stand up and play his own material (or 5 Zeppelin covers) and then you get to hop up and play a couple of songs before someone else has to get up and do a few of their Zeppelin covers. Again I bring up the stark contrast of societies and behaviours in the same country. When the host, Richard, heard we were from Toronto he got very excited. We asked if we could play a few tunes and he said, "Sure – you can play 5 or 6 if you want." So we ended up playing a stripped down acoustic set for a nice sized crowd and had a blast. It was one of those nights that's heartening. Just to see strangers listening, drinking, dancing and enjoying the music. We've all decided to make a conscious effort to bring some of that kindness, generosity and agreeable temperment back to Toronto.


Can you smell what Barack is cooking?