It’s not quite the beginning, we have already been out for nearly a week.
I’m writing early in the morning as everyone else is trying to get some sleep.
Yesterday we had a Day off, went record shopping, visited friends, slept on the beach and rode buses respectively. Came home to an awesome uncle cookoff and more beer ( there is always more beer apparently).
The past few days have been a whirlwind of gigs, driving, late nights and bleary eyes. Crofton and Duncan went well, we played a good show with No Don’t Stop that was quite well attended considering it was a Wednesday night during the playoffs, all Jennifer’s Hippy friends came out and danced. We went into the town of Duncan and ate noodles, visited vagrant parents, trolled the thrift shops that seem to dot every block. Visited old friends with ever expanding broods of children.
Dancing is somthing only islanders can do the way they do. Show’s on the island are basically excuses to dance…. a big difference from the stowic hipsters of Calgary that would rather stand with arms crossed looking impartial, then express any enjoyment by moving. The victoira show was big, flailing and full of life, Tequila Mocking Bird Orchestra and Maria in the Shower were gypsy and barbershop respectively, but both high energy and expressie performers. I think that we might have slightly unnerved the dancing brood with our plethora of noisy guitars and wailing vocals, but there were still a sizeable group of dancers that staid the course.
The Langley Cabin was familiar, no wonder we identified The Thunderwolf Mountain clan as our musical comrades when we met them during Buffalo Springfield in San Francisco this fall. Secondhand Rags, tassels, curtains, dogs, Canadiana, all in a log Cabin with a decomposing piano on the porch. The show was epic (if a little sloshy on our behalf), the crush and sweat of a house party, complete with a random who fell asleep in the “band” bed, commandeering on of our sleeping bags. It was great to see those guy’s from Red Cedar again, their sound has got harder and noisier in ways we approve of, and they slayed it.
Vancouver was also a huge show, of which we were only a small part. The Rickshaw on East Hastings, right in the middle of the east side. Its a tad like finding oneself in zombiland, if you know Vancouver you know what i mean. The Rickshaw is grand and dilapidated with a big neon sign, cement stairway, old balcony. Smoke machines and streamers, a flowing keg of free beer, a constant stream of bands, burlesque, costumes, marching horn section. Our set zips by in a brief noise filled 20 min, so fast in fact that said uncle barely catches our last song.
We Head out to Kamloops today