So, our tour van finally crapped out. It was a venerable 2002 Dodge Caravan, whose transmission sadly got alzheimer's and couldn't get outta second gear.
We spent all day yesterday trying to figure out how to get back to Montreal with our gear, stuck in Ontario's rectum, Scarborough, eating kotthu at a pretty rad Sri Lankan place. We eventually managed to sort out a rental car situation and Louis flew us back at about 140kms, just in time to make it home before closingtime at Casa.
Aside from the kotthu (and Sabrina for helping us get that rental car), the saving grace of the day was a man named Ray Sanchez, aka one of the Mister Transmissions (of said chain franchise). (see left). He gave the diagnosis of our car to us straight. It was clear we had to put her down. He took it off to our hands and drove us to the subway station. Thanks, sir.
Thankfully the timing was not disastrous: we had just finished playing 4 shows in Toronto as part of Canadian Music Fest. I understand that we played more shows than any other band, which may be a good or a bad thing depending on how you look at it. We can ensure you, either way, that the festival was in full douche form, replete with turtle necks and black rimmed glasses. (Like, can't they at least try to look differently? These people haven't changed in decades). It was hard to find rock 'n roll at times in a sea of industry, but we were fortunate to be playing with some pretty awesome bands. My personal kick was band who are also from Montreal called the Peelies
(www.myspace.com/peelies) I guess it helps that they're pretty adorable.
Now we're off to the Lone Star State to play SXSW. I need a haircut (and probably a tan)! XO to y'all. Cheers.
,Alexed
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