we dig it out

Wake up in Atlas. Stiff neck. Sore joints. I'm young so fuck it. Last night was a drunken parade at Moby's. Minus the occasional shitfaced dick bag, the crowd was very cool and quite receptive. I really like to chat with people - it's one of the best parts of touring. However, there is a massive difference between having a chat with someone and being talked at by drunk people. After a while, being a verbal punching bag starts to wear on you.

As of Monday we are two weeks away from our scheduled return. It is strange to think that we spent five weeks getting here and are going to return in two. Especially considering that we still have a good handful of shows on the trip home. This coming Wednesday we are returning to Lloydminster to pickup THOR. A final attempt to bring him home and salvage something from that train wreck of an idea.

Last night I had a chance to play some piano outside of a performance context. It was nice. Creativity is a strange beast. I hit two notes I've hit a hundred times before but this time they struck me just right. No time to work it out, but make a mental note and hope that you can get back to it when the timing is right. Slippery beast no doubt.

Today we will wander around on the island. It should be packed tonight. It should be empty tonight.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

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we dig it out

reality has ended

I have gazed into the eye of the void and it is fluffy.

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reality has ended

I am an island

Hello. We've all been well. How have you been?

Yesterday we crossed a small strip of ocean and landed ourselves on Vancouver Island. We explored Victoria and the surrounding area for a few hours. I took a trip down a foggy memory lane and then we hunted for laundry facilities. Second time doing laundry into the trip. We were all at slightly varying degrees of laundry yearning. It is excellent to have clean clothes to wear. It adds just enough respect to the traveling gypsy lifestyle to keep you from being arrested. What a beautiful island though. Why live somewhere else? Rob tells me that a quick Google search revealed Victoria as the second most affordable city - in terms of rent - in Canada. Ottawa was first. I did not take as many pictures as I hoped because I wanted to experience the place, not document it.

Emeri was not sick whatsoever on the ferry ride. It was a really cool voyage and is indeed quite the way to travel. It has been years since I have traveled on a boat of such massive proportions and the sun and wind and water made the time fly past - almost too fast.

Last night parked Atlas just outside of Victoria's Inner Harbour, drank beer and went exploring. We ended up way out on a windy pier, in the pitch black. I did not bring my camera along for our nightly explorations but there were some prime photo ops.

Today we had lunch on the docks. We then piled into Atlas and Paul drove us to Nanaimo. We loaded in to The Cambie and are currently just chilling out in our delapitated room. Bunk beds again. We're agreed to do a guitars only set tonight.

Paul and Rob are pillow fighting. Atlas suffered a graffiti attack in Vancouver.

Thanks for reading.

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I am an island

The Railway Club

It was pretty awesome to play in a room that had one of those little electric trains running all over the place.

The crowd was super into it and we met a lot of cool musicians/new friends from Vancouver.

Great night.

This afternoon we are headed to Victoria. Laundry and some sight seeing are in the cards. When I was much younger I lived in Victoria for a few years. It will be neat to see how my memory stacks up against time.

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The Railway Club

Hope, we've been here before

Awake groggy headed in Scotch Creek. Pack bags, head downstairs, pack bus, drink coffee.

Quick lunch in tiny town called Chase. Drive to Hope for propane. Notice leak in Atlas' coolant line. Paul and Emeri get hands dirty while Rob and I squeegee bus clean. Arrive safely in Langley and eat fantastic lasagna. Say hello to friends Ryan, Corina and Oakley.

Sleep. Shower. Show.

Hello Vancouver. Islands, get ready.

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Hope, we've been here before

Scotch Creek

Last night we played a small town in BC called Scotch Creek. During load in Emeri and Paul tripped over a TV cable and disconnected the UFC game. Uh oh.

It was a blast. We had a pretty awesome time hanging out with the owners/management. Two good sets, hot tub and steaks. We are surely living the high life now.

Enough of rural BC though. I do love it, but it's time to descend toward Vancouver.

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Scotch Creek