Slim's tour blog continues.
I'm writing this entry from a motel in Victoria BC, where tonight we will play our last show of the tour.
- The motel is called The Scotsman, but appears to be run by a Japanese family. The man phones me from the front desk to let me know I've left the car lights on...
- In Calgary, Siena bought one of those guitar straps that has a round of ammunition on it's back... She's dropped 100 bones on it. I'm not lying.
- We played The Warehouse in Calgary. It was a decent set with an entirely unnecessary laser show.
- Someone showed up with a Slim Twig shirt that I hadn't sold that night. This was a surprise. An even bigger surprise: after the show some dude told me he has purchased all my releases, and that we are his favourite band... I'm simply not used to this kind of shit in Toronto, except from my mom (*which I always appreciate, and by the way mom, I really need a haircut!).
- During the show, I broke a string and 'Ol Gillie had to pass me my back up guitar. Without telling me he had put Siena's strap on the axe... I fucking rocked the house with a guitar strap emblazoned with bullets. Never though I'd do that.
- After the Calgary show we stopped in at the Strathmore Hotel in the titular town. We were feeling a little rowdy after having imbibed a few beers (or at least I was, having stuck by the merch table all night)... We probably shouldn't have stopped, but we did and I promptly smashed a beer bottle in the parking lot (not a good idea (and just for the record the bottle came from the lot, not the car)). Anyways, it took about 3:46 for us to be called "homos." The proprietor was a drunken cowgirl telling everyone to "drink up and get the fffuck outta here," from the karaoke stage. It is a wonder we did not have our asses handed to us, thanks be to 'Ol Gillie.
- Leaving the Prairies for the mountains of BC is kind of a shock. All we had seen hours before had been flat fields and an epic skyline. Now we were swallowed by mountains, and having to crane our heads. Canada is crazy.
- I saw a license plate that said 'BC - the best place on earth.' While this seems not a mild exaggeration, it is pretty fucking beautiful. I really enjoyed the ride.
- Elfin Saddle's 'Gigantic Mother / Wounded Child' is the perfect album for Mountain driving.
- We stopped at a weird saloon type joint before hitting the hay in Salmon Arm. I ordered a quesadilla which tasted of arm pit, and ended up being the worst meal of the trip. I also ordered a chai tea. Shortly after we heard the cook ask, "How the heck do you make a chai tea?" It came in a Nestle's package...
- Vertically barreling down the face of a mountain at 140 km you start to question the integrity of that rent-a-wreck, that when first rented had trouble starting...
- On the road, considering our sense of humor and the caliber of the jokes we've been making, we're pretty much Blink-182. Does this happen to all bands?
- Jesse didn't bring toothpaste, but he was sure to pack Aveeno Moisturizer. Just sayin'.
- BC smells like pot everywhere. I think my travel buddys are happy about this.
- I had a really good time in Vancouver. It has definitely been my favourite city of the tour. We had some of the best sushi of our lives before the show, and then played a fun set. I had among the most rock star moments of the tour when I accidentally kicked over one of the stage monitors into the crowd. I was completely mortified (though hid it well), and was thankful that no one was hurt, and that there wasn't a $3,000 bill for us at the end of the night... Three women picked up the monitor and hoisted it back on stage. Thanks ladies.
- Also another woman bought me my first fan-bought drink of the tour. Thanks lady.
- Looking forward to the last show. I'm gonna try and write one more of these things before I head back home. I'm really starting to miss Toronto, and my beautiful people who live there.
Lastly, all the wonderful photos on my tour blog have been taken by Ross Gillard.