Woke up in Saskatoon how many days ago? Eyes blind from the brightness, stumbled across the street. You have aquired coffee: add +1 to strength and intelligence. Load Atlas. Clockwork. Thor has a dead battery again. Boost. Drive to Swift Current. No PA at the venue. A few gentlemen try to cut us a deal, pay them for a PA or let them "jam out" on our stuff. No thanks. Bar owner takes care of everything, PA shows up. Quick jaunt next door for a sketch buffet. Pizza crust and dried out unidentified meat substance. Wet salad. Yum.
Drink beer and play for 30 VLT machines. I thought bands made big money in the casinos? Very drunk man from Kitchener entertains us with stories from his past. We must still be on the path. I can hear the rats shuffling inside the walls when I lay down to sleep.
Wake up, hit the road early for Brandon, Manitoba. Electrical fire breaks out in Thor. Emeri is excited to finally use the fire extinguisher we have been carrying for all these miles, but it proves to be unnecessary.
Arrive in Brandon. The bus convoy is still intact. Now what day is it? I'm not so sure myself. A shower would be nice though. Play a decent show with no fear of being stabbed afterwards. Dan, the man behind the soundboard for the evening, really likes our music. Invites us to a house party afterwards. At a house owned by a band. I get to be the stranger at the band house after so many times on the other end at our place on Victoria Street. Neat reminder of that period of my life/Vacuity's life. Lotsa cool people there. Favorite moment was Emeri getting on the drums and Paul on the bass, two other gentlemen playing guitars. Everyone at the party, drawn by the music, finds their way downstairs to listen.
Currently holed up in Kenora, Ontario. Another post tomorrow.
Thanks for reading.
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1 comment:
Woah, woah, woah. Hold on a second.
Paul can play the bass?
-Love, Heroux
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