Shit, shower and get back in the car for Montreal to continue the weekend tour. It was a great drive as everyone must have been home massaging their Easter bunnies for more chocolate. Sylvain set the car in cruise control and we listened to great songs as neil diamond’s ’solitary man’. We got to mtl a bit early so we had a few beers with our buddy Jesper before headng over to CHOQ radio. Arrived with about 3 minutes till going live on air. It was a great interveiw and acoustic performance of ‘raise the dead’ and ‘leah leave’. Thanks to all at CHOQ. We will be in Montreal this Friday the 17th at the Playhouse. Swing by.
Archive for April, 2009
Montreal
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009Jesus H. Christ
Saturday, April 11th, 2009The H stand for Hungry. And by hungry, we mean Butch has been hiding cheese everywhere in the hotel room, including the back of the fucking toilet on this tour.
Good Friday: Left Ottawa, sunny, overcast with egos and it was a great drive to Peterborough. Day was great all around. Sly got a free leather sex magnet from the Birthday Boys (oh, forgot to mention that Butch bought the whole band “peter heaters”. You should try them out.), Dan was climbing roofs like a goddam ninja (note to self: Don’t let Dan-o kick-o the football-o) and we saw/heard a drunk dude burp so loud and then spit so gross we couldn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes, but it was the most awesome burp ever heard by all of mankind. Even pigs don’t act like pigs this much. And a good day to you sir…
The gig went killer, Peterborough is all in all a beatiful city and the people there are as beautiful as the decor.
Skip to Saturday: Kitchener. Ain’t seen a kitchen yet, but we saw plenty of hickeys on turtleneck wearing cougars with horrible haircuts and 15 year olds serving alcohol in the Hotel equivalent of a National Geographic report on cougar mating. Speaking of dives, Shawn and Sly are contemplating on taking a nice 2 AM swim in the hotel pool, but doubt management will appreciate seeing 2 skinny drunk dudes doing backstokes while complementing eachothers’ finely cut abs. (Note to self: Don’t foget the peter heaters, it’s fucking cold out).
We are almost off to the Circus Room to see what kind of animals they unleash to listen to music. Dan the ape will certainly contribute to the beastiality of the evening. But we always carry extra bananas in the van in case he goes apeshit. We’ll write back in a bit… We may have other horrible bedtime stories for you all. Or maybe we will find Jesus on the way back and become Born Again christians and end up at the Church of Rock in Arnprior.
Peace, love, easter fuckage.
PS: none of the peter heater stuff is gay, and by gay, we mean happy.