Last Friday's Show!
Last Friday's show at Duffy's, featuring our new song "Party Messiah"!
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Ape Metal
Last night's dream featured Tarzan's decision to leave the jungle and move to the city to sing rock-and-roll. The song he recorded when he got there was "Move to the City". Because he turned into Axl Rose when he got there. All of that was in the dream, but I'm only now realising that it makes sense for Tarzan to be the one to write "Welcome to the Jungle" too.
Bonus Question!
This reminds me that Brendan "George of the Jungle" Fraser could play a great David Lee Roth.
Iconic
Some guy came up to me in an EB Games on the weekend and asked to take a picture with me because he recognised me from finding my music on Spotify. But I think that the only image of me on Spotify is the cover picture of my chest tattoo. So yeah. My chest is iconic.
Bonus Question!
Best thing I saw in EB Games?
A Boba Fett Nerf gun with a mask.
Duke of Show
Oh, my days. That show at The Duke. Our drummer was out of town, and the bassist and I looked for substitutes separately. I got some offers, but when bass man Shaheen said that he had a friend, I thought that that'd be the most elegant solution. He came over to practice with the two of us on the Thursday night before the show, and all seemed primed for a smooth performance. On Friday around noon, I get a call from a private number in response to the Craigslist post I'd made for the drummer search. I tell the guy that the position's been filled and think nothing more on it until the following hour when Shaheen tells me that his friend has chagrined him by backing out. I can't call the last guy back because the number's private. I get in touch with the first guy who'd offered in the previous week, and he responds around 5:00. But he's excited, and he says that he can make it to our practice place by 6:45 from his base in Oakville. And he drives, which means that I won't have to pay for multiple 20-minute Uber van trips to transport all our drum stuff. However, I'm still dealing with the fact that my voice inexplicably started to get hoarse at Thursday's practice. It's not generally a thing that happens to me. When we get to the venue, I can barely speak, and I'm not supremely confident in my ability to get through the whole set. But whatever! We sit through two bands, which gives my throat some rest. When it's time to set up, we can't find my snare drum stand and assume that we've left it at my place. We borrow one from another band, who also lends a bass amplifier because the venue isn't equipped to allow direct input from the bass, which has historically been the norm. I make it through the set, and it's a good one. Though I announced my voice troubles, I'm told that it wasn't noticeable. We pack up and drop things off at my place, where we realise that the snare drum is still missing. We talk to the organiser and the other bands. We even drive back to the venue. No sign of it.
On Saturday, I can't really speak at all, which I expected before the show even started, and I go out to buy a new snare stand. But I'm still probably ahead of the game because I didn't have to pay for those long Uber van rides. And that drummer's a solid dude. Perhaps we'll jam again.
So yeah. Good times. And I mean that.
Bonus Question!
Best duke?
Light Me Up, Lady (Live)
Our August performance at the Bovine Sex Club with Recording Arts Canada. Check it.
Last Week's Weirdness
Do you ever have one of those days where one of your guitarists is in Ireland and the other sprained his wrist on the day of your show, forcing you to play guitar onstage for the first time in ages instead of just singing and prancing around like a caffeinated rabbit? That was last week's show. And it turned out to be a pretty good one.
Also, the venue reminded me of some imagining of Miami in the 80s. The summer's evening sun helped with that.
Bonus Question!
Best song about Miami?
I don't know if it's the best, but the first one I remember was Will Smith's. It was on some compilation album I had in third grade.