Yea we're lookin pretty tanned...
Hey there! Boy do I have a lot to blog about, already one week into our summer tour. Currently sitting here at the Chop Shop Bar located on the east coast of New Hampshire, and it is as American as it gets at this bar. What a way to kick off our relationship with the United States by playing at a biker bar and almost getting raped...I'll get to that in a bit!
But lets back up just a touch. The tour started in Fergus, Ontario of all places. Our buddy Eric Limoges put us up at his bar called the Breadalbane. Probably the classiest place we've ever played at (seems like a strange fantasy where I'm sitting right now..) Anyway it wasn't like a get wasted and mosh type show, but it was fun nontheless. There was a lot of people there and we played outdoor with a waterfall as a backdrop!
This is a sideways picture of the statue in front of the bar.
The next day our buddy Limoges took us tubing in the Elora Gorge which turned out to be hella fun. We had to play at Sauble beach's "Rock The Beach" festival the next day so we took of and got to a campsite in Sauble that they provided the bands. We then met the security for the festival who were staying at the same campsite, and they were all hammered, which was kinda sketchy, but whatever we can roll with it...
We were supposed to play at noon the next day but due to the fact that all the people putting this festival on seemed to be hungover as hell, we ended up playing at like 2 or 3, which turned out to be ideal as there was more people around, the beach was fucking packed due it being hotter than fucking hell itself outside.
Mean Tangerine literally rocking the beach.
It's always fun playing on big outdoor stages and this was definitely no different. The stage was literally on the beach, and all our shit got really sandy, but the show was really fun, I think we're definitely sounding tighter and better than ever before.
Colin the intern
So after rock the beach we chugged our new van, appropriately named, Laura, all the way to Ottawa where our good buddy Andy Marr let us crash at his place. We spent the following day doing the most cliche touristy stuff in Ottawa that you can, visiting Parliament and all the sites, despite the fact we've been there a handful of times, its more rad in the summer for sure. The night of the show was that intense storm, which you may have heard about fucking that stage up at Bluesfest. We played not to far from there this historic venue called the Elmdale Tavern with a great band called Plush Garden. Check em out if you get a chance. The power went out and it was storming, which didn't help the draw but there were a handful of people there and we tried to rip it up as hard as we could, and had a damn good time doing it too. After that we went to this nightclub called Babylon for this 60's night where we preceeded to get really hammered and naked and rip that dance floor a whole new corn hole, or as the french say, maize hole.
I'm as bad ass in real life as I am in the picture.
The next day was an off day before Drummondville so we spent in in Montreal doing more touristy stuff, despite also having been there a million times. Sean our buddy whose came along with us, wouldnt stop flappin his mouth about this sandwhich place in MTL called Shwartz. So we went, and it was like beyond amazing. Apparently its a pretty famous place to, as suggests all the famous people on the wall. As if we weren't being touristy enough, we even got our waiter to take a picture of us there. Good Lord are we lame.
This was honestly the most delicious sandwhich I've ever had
Our show in Drummondville the next day was a good time too. Thanks to Steve Martin for putting it on (different steve martin then the one from Pink Panther). I tried to look up stuff to do in Drummondville online and found nothing really. So we just chilled. The city was cool tho, there was this outdoor festival going on which turned out to be pretty cool. The bar we played at had a solid outdoor patio and the show was tight as well. I'm pretty sure there bartenders rake in the tips.
Oh Sean...
The next day was when the luxury tour really stopped though. We'd heard a lot about how hard it is for bands to cross into the USA so we crossed every I and dotted every T before we crossed that imaginary line in the sand that divides not only countries but cultures and social values as well. Turns out crossing was pretty fucking easy actually, maybe we got a guy in a good mood but it took about five minutes. So onward we left to try and leave our modest footprint in a new country.
Regular Coors! Truly and American tradition right?
We didn't have anywhere to sleep and good God can we not afford to stay in a hotel so we pulled over in a truck stop, set up a tent and tried to sleep. This is where shit gets really Fucked up! When I woke up the next morning I just took a wee stroll in this wooded area and there was this guy like following me, and when I stopped he stopped, etc. It was a tad freaky to say the least. I then like kind of walked away from him and he just kept following me back to our van. When I got the van, he got in his car which was right beside ours and preceded fucking stare us down while we were brushing teeth etc. Then he started to suck his finger off. He didn't just like pop it into his mouth or anything either, he was making love to the thing while just staring at us. We then proceeded to threaten him and and raz him a bit and he just kept staring, it was so fucking weird. Part of me felt bad for him, I know that truck stops certainly have a certain reputation and maybe this guy was like hell yea fucking jackpot all these tanned studs, (we're like really really tanned right now) but part of me wanted to like kick his ass for repeatedly getting way too...you know like...up in all this.
Anyways it has been a very adventerous start to the tour to say the least. And were only a short ways in, we're having the time of our lives, and we'll be sure to keep y'all posted.
Jesse
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