Toronto musician Slim Twig‘s first post from the road…
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I’ve decided to try and write a tour blog without resorting to obvious road observations about which fast food joint is better, or funny stories about the insane things my drummer will eat (he had two servings of gravy today). I’ve also decided to try a fragmented approach, giving each anecdote only a few sentences. Hope this thing flies.
- If you rent from Rent-A-Wreck don’t be surprised if your car doesn’t start the morning of your tour… Do be surprised when said wreck has a six-CD changer however…
- Marilyn Manson’s Antichrist Superstar is a fucking exceptional driving record. All four of us dig it mightily, particularly Cryptorchid that track with the mellotron / vocoder ending. ‘I am totalotarian, I’ve got abortions in my eyes’ …ferrr surrre. Siena is totally into this record but said she didn’t like Nine Inch Nails The Downward Spiral. Needless to say we had to convert her.
- The Downward Spiral is also an exceptional driving record. We are so feeling this 90’s industrial shock metal…
- We stopped in (bandmate) Jesse’s hometown of Sudbury for a cold one with his pops, and then off to his aunt’s to be saddled with among other things: an 80 pack of tootsie pops, a 12 pack of giant Costco muffins, a bag of triangle shaped buns, a bag of croissants, a brick of marble cheese, and two bricks of ham coldcuts. Jesse promptly left the ham out overnight (I hope his Mom doesn’t stumble on this blog, cuz then I’ll be in trouble for snitching).
- My mom packs exceptional tour kits. Full of cool shit. Lot’s of candy (plus those Tootsie pops – CANDY HEAVEN). That Etcha-Sketch will come in handy, particularly as we don’t have a map or anything…
- The ride between Sault St. Marie and Thunder Bay is pretty fucking striking. Ontario is kind of beautiful, and I didn’t even know.
- I had my first Husky breakfast. Apparently this is inevitable traveling on the Trans-Canada. Ross says sometimes truckers will shit into a pickle jar while on the road, too umm… busy to stop, and then just leave it in the bathroom of these places. Having been to a Husky’s, I will concede that this is entirely plausible. Also worth mentioning that if you are a young male with tight pants and a boldly dipping V-neck, you will probably receive death glares while you spoon your $1.99 bowl of canned peaches. Or at least have Sex Pistols lyrics sung scornfully behind your back (?).
- Liars’ They Were Wrong So We Drowned sounds particularly awesome being blasted while driving back to the motel from the Thunder Bay casino to fetch a second piece of ID…
- Guh. Casino’s are so calculating, and bleak. Also I only have $13.75 for food tomorrow instead of a crisp $20. Fuck.
- According to the proprietor if our Thunder Bay Relax Motel, in T-Bay they have a much more sophisticated door locking system then us Torontonians could possibly hope to comprehend… (elitist!) Also I’m told to keep an eye out for all that money he’s sent to Toronto.. “Sure,” I say, then laugh nervously (I have no idea what the fuck he’s talking about).
- When you live life on the road bacon is inevitable. Just something I’ve noticed. Not complaining, just saying. Na’mean?
- I hope my next trip is to somewhere like Brussels. Just a thought. This driving is gonna get intense.
Our first show was in Winnipeg. I hope we make it for soundcheck on time…
(Lastly, I just want to thank Ross Gillard publicly and in advance for driving us all the way out to Victoria, and then driving back. I’ll
get my G2 soon, I swear.)
