oh canada
July 16 granada theatre, Lawrence, ks w/ eodm and ssion
Well to flog a dead horse it is hotter than a kangaroos arse in alice springs in april. The temperature on mass ave reads 108 degrees at high noon and I have showered and sweat through my clothes twice. We are shuffling through the streets of this college town like sonambulists in a clonapin haze. Not nice. Christ no wonder why gunslingers met at high noon in tombstone, the possibility to get out of the effin heat- a bullet in the head can/t be any worse than 2 nights in the bush.
Nonetheless, as I digress, we are here to do a show and the Granada is stifling. The eagles bus loses its AC along the way, poor bastids, it is the smelliest sauna outside of Istanbul on theat van hool. As ever, Lawrence kicks ass, with nearly 800 people rocking the shocker through the night. I manage to watch all bands side stage, quaff some bartenders vodka special and hammer down through the corn fields…….
July 17 chicago the vic with eodm
A weather advisory for the windy city means that I am going to be dropping ,my kids off at the indoor pool. I love Chicago, I love the vic. 2 great parts about my job are they aforementioned. Zach and the jam crew always make you feel welcome there on Sheffield and today is no different. It is a real cruisy day as it is only the two bands and the whole shebang is done and dusted by 10pm. I don/t manage to see my personal glossary of chitown all stars, instead hunkering down in the bunker in the basement. The j wards and finkelmans and franz/s and tillmans and whatnots will have to wait til next time. It is so fast and furious that when the winds kick up and blow the roof off the building across the road(not unlike the peaches of death metal experience across the road, we are half way to Ontario.
July 18 toronto kool haus w/ world provider
I cannot sleep and when I finally do, it is to keep the kids from their continuous training for the iron man competition. WTF? We get to the ambassador bridge as the sun is rising over the Detroit river. How many goddamn times have I seen the sunrise over the Detroit river in the last decade? To wit, at least 6 times in the last year. And don/t ya know we get some sort of hans brix character that sends us in the wrong direction AT SHIFT CHANGE. The cannucks are well on for our arrival as they are aware of the fact that ms peach is an Ontarian. But hey, the maplesters make us actually go back on the bridge and return thropugh and everyone off the bus so they can go on the bus and cherche la gange. All is cool, though, all they want is an autograph, so I am back in the sack sans tim Horton, and we are homeward bound for the peach.
We load it into kool haus early, and assume a nice leisurely pace for the day. Stuck in the production office with a hob guy whom I had yet to meet but loved by the end of the day. We have a blast trading quips across the hall, and the peach has the whole family in attendance tonight, and a huge transgendered dance troupe that kkick out the jams.
The eagles are deadly tonight, squid has got their sound down, and though they are a tough act to follow, peaches and herms deliver the goods. It is an ambisexual Canadian love fest out there tonight and a show not soon forgotten by those 1400 odd folks in attendance. The ladies hit up the after party, I rock the beck and the Guinness on the bus and wake up in montreal.
Well to flog a dead horse it is hotter than a kangaroos arse in alice springs in april. The temperature on mass ave reads 108 degrees at high noon and I have showered and sweat through my clothes twice. We are shuffling through the streets of this college town like sonambulists in a clonapin haze. Not nice. Christ no wonder why gunslingers met at high noon in tombstone, the possibility to get out of the effin heat- a bullet in the head can/t be any worse than 2 nights in the bush.
Nonetheless, as I digress, we are here to do a show and the Granada is stifling. The eagles bus loses its AC along the way, poor bastids, it is the smelliest sauna outside of Istanbul on theat van hool. As ever, Lawrence kicks ass, with nearly 800 people rocking the shocker through the night. I manage to watch all bands side stage, quaff some bartenders vodka special and hammer down through the corn fields…….
July 17 chicago the vic with eodm
A weather advisory for the windy city means that I am going to be dropping ,my kids off at the indoor pool. I love Chicago, I love the vic. 2 great parts about my job are they aforementioned. Zach and the jam crew always make you feel welcome there on Sheffield and today is no different. It is a real cruisy day as it is only the two bands and the whole shebang is done and dusted by 10pm. I don/t manage to see my personal glossary of chitown all stars, instead hunkering down in the bunker in the basement. The j wards and finkelmans and franz/s and tillmans and whatnots will have to wait til next time. It is so fast and furious that when the winds kick up and blow the roof off the building across the road(not unlike the peaches of death metal experience across the road, we are half way to Ontario.
July 18 toronto kool haus w/ world provider
I cannot sleep and when I finally do, it is to keep the kids from their continuous training for the iron man competition. WTF? We get to the ambassador bridge as the sun is rising over the Detroit river. How many goddamn times have I seen the sunrise over the Detroit river in the last decade? To wit, at least 6 times in the last year. And don/t ya know we get some sort of hans brix character that sends us in the wrong direction AT SHIFT CHANGE. The cannucks are well on for our arrival as they are aware of the fact that ms peach is an Ontarian. But hey, the maplesters make us actually go back on the bridge and return thropugh and everyone off the bus so they can go on the bus and cherche la gange. All is cool, though, all they want is an autograph, so I am back in the sack sans tim Horton, and we are homeward bound for the peach.
We load it into kool haus early, and assume a nice leisurely pace for the day. Stuck in the production office with a hob guy whom I had yet to meet but loved by the end of the day. We have a blast trading quips across the hall, and the peach has the whole family in attendance tonight, and a huge transgendered dance troupe that kkick out the jams.
The eagles are deadly tonight, squid has got their sound down, and though they are a tough act to follow, peaches and herms deliver the goods. It is an ambisexual Canadian love fest out there tonight and a show not soon forgotten by those 1400 odd folks in attendance. The ladies hit up the after party, I rock the beck and the Guinness on the bus and wake up in montreal.
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