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[Dec. 12th, 2004|10:34 pm] |
DAY 49: The tangled road to Red Deer.
Woke up in Edmonton. I passed out last night to Lord of the Rings before they even got into the Mines of Moria. We roughly assemble our things and head to.....Cafe Mosaic! What can i say, it is hippie food, and if there's one thing hippies are good for, it's food. Then we search for Emma's bag. We find out later that RANT has it.
In a few hours we will hit the stage here in Red Deer, at the Vat. But everyone thinks that some band called WIL is playin, not us. They are accomodating though, and set us up in this nice warm house across the street, as well as renting us a hotel room. I collapse into a sweaty ball from the chest pains that make it hard to live, so i miss Matt Allen's set. But RANT plays real good.
I am eyeing the cougar-filled room hesitantly as the curtain opens on our set, but luckily a bunch of punk kids show up just in time to dance, sing and yell to our set, which makes it all worth it.
Then we head back to the house to watch marathon episodes of the Muppet Show and sleep in the big, comfortable beds.
DAY 50: Red Deer.
A Fiftie's diner with an eighties soundtrack. Lily and Tim Roth, who has joined our caravan, just for morale, are sucking down dairy with two straws in one glass. Tonight we drive to Canmore. The Canmore Hotel. I have fond memories of the hotel, and the area around Canmore, and thus don't really want to go and face the dissappointment.. Could be worse. Could be those airborne worms that bore into your eyes like in that jelly-world.
I ride with delightful chap Matt Allen and the sugared Sarah Heartache. We dine at the CanHo and gear up for the show in our rooms by poundin whiskey and rockin out on the CASIO keyboard. Ms. Heartache and i sing our new hit song entitled, 'Anvil'.
During our carousing country set, she joins us with her mean fiddle, ripping through some Johnny Cash and a few other moldy oldies. Cecil plays very well that night, so much that i have to mention it here. It's funny that he is a phenomenal guitar player and songwriter, but in our band, we make him play the bass. We cram Matt Allen into the bunny suit, and he wounds himself by smacking his head against a monitor during the dance breakdown.
Then he performs one epic song, the most depressing I have ever heard, made comical by his bunny suit and kangaroo head, a leftover from the Bellingham show. Cecil’s father smuggled drugs across the border in the kangaroo and the crowd in Bellingham ripped it to pieces during a particularly frenzied number.
I retreat back to the bottle of whiskey for the RANT’s double set. But Emma collects me for another rousing version of ‘Laika’. The rest of the gang plays noisy Euker until very late.
DAY 52: CANHO.
I awake at the Ho, to find that my bedmate Sarah Heartache is missing. Ramsey Reid and her went off to do some late night recording with the soundguy. Apparently they indulged heavy as they woke up in strange clothes. Sarah looked over as Ramsey raised his said, looked straight ahead and uttered one of my favourite quotes,
“I-I don’t know where we are, but we have to go…”
So we assemble and drive the icy road to Calgary. |
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