Sunday, August 30th/09, Bar St.Laurent 2, Montreal QUE My French is terrible, atrocious, even. I am so glad that the people in this magical city are mostly bi-lingual, as I am certainly not. Well, maybe if it came to me ordering off a Russian menu or giving Russian directions or hell, even resolving a hostage situation, in Russian. It makes the language barrier a little thinner for us ignorant west-coast boys, but provides constant entertainment to the local population, I’m sure, our feeble attempts to play along, to understand. But hey, at least we try! We get the basics, for the most part, like how to ask “where’s the bathroom?” or “How are you?” or how to say “Please and thank you” or like “Yes.” That’s about it. Pitiful, I >> read more

Saturday, August 29th/09, Farewell House-Party, Ottawa ONT Like any awesome house-party, ones that are of epic proportions, usually held in celebration, of some obstacle overcome, achieving impossible goals, a birthday, or in this case, all the former tenants vacating the premises, they require lots of people informed of the event at least 48 hours in advance, acknowledging confirmation and ready to throw down, loud music, preferably live bands if attainable, a keg or two, if not, lots of beer in cans or bottles, in a trough, whatever you need to do. Some precautions you may want to take, no under-age kids to your knowledge, a safe room for the injured and highly intoxicated or to store the band’s gear and valuables, and most important of all, be aware of the >> read more

It’s been a long time coming, but here’s some video footage from the first part of our summer tour. More video updates will be posted to our YouTube page in the next few weeks. >> read more

Friday, August 27th/09, Call The Office, London ONT The concept of a “Green Room” or “Dressing Room” has been a continuing source of amusement for me. Alot of my friends and co-workers automatically assume that because I am in a band that is constantly touring and playing shows in different cities, that I and my band, all the bands, have a special room in the back of the club, behind the stage or wherever, where we feed, even gorge, our drug and alcohol problems with a bunch of groupies that have been fabricated into existence by the sheer will of the entertainment industry. This is not entirely true, I will clear this up. Quite often, there is a room, for us to hang out, warm-up, talk at a reasonable volume, >> read more

Thursday, August 27th/09, Rancho Relaxo, Toronto ONT I like being a tourist. Not really in the classic definition of the title, like the maps, the cameras and brochures of sights and hotspots, souvenirs from gift shops, tourism reliant restaurants and cafes. But I like being a visitor, blending in, spying on things, adventuring, knowing that I will not be here forever, not permanent. I like ending up in strange places, stuff that I want to see, not what is recommended. I take some pictures and video when it is appropriate, kind of my own brand of souvenir, something to remember it by, maybe send a ridiculous postcard to a friend. I seek out restaurants off the beaten path, something good, different than what I can get at home every other >> read more