I’m sitting at Read’s coffee shop on Queen Street in Fredericton. Tonight we play at a place called Vixen’s. We showed up and there was no PA system on the stage. The speakers were actually sitting on the floor in the next room beside the video lottery machines. The bands will be starting tonight following the conclusion of country music karaoke.
Can anyone tell me, what are the exercises that astronauts do in outer space? The ones that are meant to keep their muscles from starting to atrophy after living for a long time in cramped quarters. Right now I feel as though I’m in the worst physical shape I’ve ever been in. I’ve been leading a very unhealthy lifestyle for the past six weeks. Touring is essential a sedentary activity. Sit in a van for a long time, rock out frantically for three-quarters of an hour (your only claim to exercise)… take part in a bunch of unsavoury nighttime activities, sleep little if at all, eat a meal every couple of days if you’re lucky. Sometimes I try to get away from everyone and walk around a city but there’s so little time on the road. When I eat meat now I get high off it and it feels like I’m floating.
I posted a bunch of videos on the way across Canada with the Crimson Tides but haven’t been shooting much on the way back. I’m making the trek east from Vancouver to Newfoundland with The Kettle Black. It’s just two of us in the van now and Nick doesn’t like to be videotaped. So that’s that. We don’t have as many madcap adventures as I had sharing a van with eight or nine zany punk rock alcoholics. I could post a video of Nick using the Internet for two hours.
Touring is fine, shows are going generally well and we’re making money on the shows overall. I ran out of merch unfortunately and that’s the money I was using to eat. I got a bunch of CDs pressed but due to a bunch of messups I didn’t get delivery of them in time to bring on tour. Heartbreaker. And now that we’re in the east, everybody already has my stuff so I ain’t selling shit, I need a new CD in the worst way. I wrote a bunch of new A/V songs and I think I’m going to scrap them… I got carried away with all my new toys. I’m learning how songs with too many layers of shit don’t always translate well over a big system. I’ve been having more fun playing the older songs because they’re simpler and simple is good over a big slammin’ PA. I have to relearn how to write simple songs. Actually the only music I’ve really been composing lately is moody minimal techno. That’s all I really feel like working on right now. It’s my favourite music for long long drives late at night on empty highways sparse traffic just let me keep driving all I want to do is drive, all night long, not to get to something, but to get away from something, I just need to get away, just let me drive, until the sun comes up I’m wide awake. There doesn’t seem to be enough of that kind of music in my collection so I’m going to make some.
People don’t seem to know much about electronic music in the Prairies but nonetheless every bar has their own “indie dance night” with DJs playing “The Look” by MSTRKRFT followed by “Monster Hospital (MSTRKRFT remix)”. The demand for this type of music seems to be greatly outstripping the supply so I suppose I’ll have to bash out a CD of electro and indie-dance-night-style tracks.
We made it back to Gaspereau Forks and I slept in my own bed for two whole nights. It was amazing in the country. No people, no cars, no phone, no Internet. I miss my home. It was just getting hot enough to swim in the river when we had to leave again. I miss my cat… I wanted to drive right back to the country after the show tonight but Nick wants to stay in Fredericton so he can use the Internet. I have no real love for Fredericton or the Internet or cellphones or the music scene or music scene politics or your very silly overrated cities.
Time to go rock the mic at the karaoke bar. There has been no real low point on the tour so far. But the night is young.