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It began just like any other day… sleep too long, throw your junk together in the suitcase and shimmy down to the van one by one, and start debating where to eat. Native son Stephane took us to a cutesy part of Ottawa to look for eats, but settled on the classic Timmy Ho brunch thx to our own lack of adherence to time constraints. We had to get to Toronto and it looked we would pull in for rush hour at this point (recently voted the worst commute in the world btw). That’s when we found these beauties by the front tire. A reminder to us all that as long or hard as your day was or as tough as things may seem – at least you didn’t lose your dirty drawers in Tim Hortons parking lot. You can always look up.
So time to leave Ottawa, now named Awesome-wa, and haul it to TO. Pit stop in Kingston so Mike can get some work done, and back on it. Passed the train de-railment just off the 401 by Pickering (crazy) and hit the butt-plug of traffic as expected. Hello Toronto.
Cadillac lights
We’d been looking forward to this show for a while. Lots of good friends in TO that we can’t wait to see, as well as a lot of new people invited, always the chance of some industry folk etc – it all lends itself to high anticipation. As intimidating as Toronto can/should feel for a western Canada band trying to get somewhere in the biz, it actually feels a little like home. Good feelings. We had a great show, some great support, and we love the Cadillac Lounge. People seem to expect us to have played anywhere else, but really it felt like a good fit. Even our russian comrade Val, who rents us our van everytime we pass through, came out to watch and buy a round. We love Val, and feel sorry for his great shame over his olympic hockey team. Thanks to Paul Corby who brought out a handful of guests, and Jeff Butler of IndieTV for coming by with his cameras, as well as Eugene from Guttersnipe for stopping in.
Below are some more images from the room we love so much. Thx for a great night Toronto.
Cadillac Lounge grill
packing up the stage
Watching The Wheat Pool going at the Hauntario material, switching up their designated drivers at the Cadillac and surfing the primal blast of drums and flaming guitar just made my friends and me feel like spring was washing torrents of music over the city. Our own roadtrip started that night up to Hot-towa and the new ( to us ) Twp. disk was the sound track to a shiny weekend of halter-tops and duct tape. Happy Easter; see ya in church!