Land of the Living Skies

Land of the Living Skies

Fottergraphs frozen in time

Downtown Vancouver.

Farewell Breakfast with friends.

Atlas cools down. We look around in awe.
Scrapyard in Kelowna.
Wandering Osoyoos in the dead of night.
Nice view to wake up to.

Keg slayers. Pat and Jerimiah from Ponoka.

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Fottergraphs frozen in time

Quinzy

As promised:

Quinzy

Check 'em out.

Quinzy

Brooks. The little town that kicked ass.

Last night we played with a bloody brilliant band from Winnipeg. They are called 'Quinzy'. I will dig up a link for them when I have more than 25 seconds of battery life left. I am certain they would pop up in your favorite search engine though. Great guys, great sound.

Tonight we are playing in Brooks, Alberta. It is a small town of about 1500. Steve was kind enough to book us in very last minute. I don't think I even had a chance to post the show. He is a super nice guy. We are sharing the stage with a couple of touring erotic dancers tonight. It is very cool. I will not say much more as me Mum does check in on the blog. I wish I could get a picture of our bass drum that says Vacuity and a dancer but they frown upon pictures, which is understandable.

Tomorrow we are fixing Atlas.

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PS - we are not mechanics.

Brooks. The little town that kicked ass.

werd from Ponoka

Computers have become lost relics. Granola bars have become survival biscuits. What the hell is a blog anyway? We are on the home stretch. It will be followed by a slew of shows less than 1500km from our homes. Sunday morning we awoke in our amazingly sweet hotel rooms in Osoyoos. The sun was beaming in through my window from across the lake. I called the King Size bed that night though I certainly don't feel like a King.

Osoyoos is the only desert in Canada. It is a crazy place. My laptop is on the fritz so I will have to wait to upload pictures (pictures added). The lady at the checkout desk took a liking to us and allowed us to access the breakfast tray after hours. She also invited us to do Laundry. Paul is the only one of us who brought 18 pairs of everything. The rest of us are dying. We then realized we had a show in Ponoka the next night. Laundry had to wait.

Rob chugged Atlas through the Rockies once again. It was a clear night with only the occasional snow cloud lingering around the moon lit snow capped peaks. We were blarring Radiohead's Amnesiac through our improperly wired stereo. It created an insane remixed soundtrack to an equally insane visual through the windshield. We were almost out of propane when we entered the 'HIGH TRAFFIC DANGEROUS ANIMAL CROSSING AREA'. I shit you not. We spent the night in Lake Louise and fueled up in the morning.

We met a super cool guy named Pat in Ponoka. We went back to his place and with his friend Jerimiah in an attempt to help them finish off a keg. What a night. The road is kind, but you have to keep your eyes open.

Laundry + Calgary today.

Yay.

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werd from Ponoka