I’m at the One World Cafe on wireless internet. This is cool!
It was so friggin foggy and rainy on the drive into Halifax. Everything on every radio station was crap. As I approached Truro they were playing The Ramones on Q104. So I tuned into the Q for a while.
I followed the taillights of the car in front of me down a misty corridor. Driving and driving through the rain.
That’s strange. The radio station is starting to cut out. You’d think Q104 would start to come in more clearly as I approached… closer to Halifax…
“Happy Magic Fun Park.” Huh. Wait a minute–“New Glasgow 10km”?
Ohhh shit. Have you ever driven through Nova Scotia? Ever seen a sign that says “Exit 15–Only Exit to Truro and Halifax”? Well… apparently I didn’t see it. I must’ve driven fifty kilometers in the wrong direction before I clued in.
I had a reason for wanting to arrive in town early, which needn’t concern us on this particular website, but instead I went straight to the cafe and loaded in my gear. Life is wacky.
After the show I took a walk around the old neighbourhood. That was probably not a wise move. Freezing rain and ice pellets pelted my face–“pain rain” we used to call it. My optimism of the previous day was somewhat muted–on every street corner I was reminded by nothing other than why I had to leave Halifax in the first place. If not for the fact that all my gear was stashed in the cafe I probably would’ve gotten in my car and driven away.
But the A/V science is still all set up and ready to go at One World, as I have been invited to throw down some sounds again tonight after 12. Probably a very different sort of set. I just want to tuck myself away in the corner and play some burbly downtempo electro beats, no rolling around on the floor, unless someone else starts it.
Last night I slept in a room with four electric basses hanging on the wall and an upright bass in the corner. There was enough residual 40Hz in the room to soothe me into unconsciousness.