I’m in Halifax. Part of me wishes I’d stayed home. This is normal. I had some of the best and worst times of my life here. It never seems like a big deal to be coming back but as I cross the bridge up onto North Street I find that apathy splinters into excitement and dread.

A/V played last night. I opened the show at nine-thirty and played a twenty-minute set to 25 or 30 people. It was a darkened room and everyone was sitting at tables with candles on them. I made a joke about how the waiter would be along shortly to take everyone’s order. This attempt at humour floated out into the silence of the room, died of a heart attack and fell flat on the floor. Last night was a rough go.

I’ve been invited to play tonight at The Attic. My set time is 11:15-11:45 at the Chief Room. I’m hoping people will be drunker and in a little more of a party mood.

Couple things –

* I need a nap, big time if I’m going to play tonight. Please drop me a line if you have a quiet place where I can snooze for an hour or two.

* I need to borrow a set of headphones with a 1/4″ plug on them. I can give them back at Gus’s Pub tomorrow night… that would be a big help.

Um there’s something else but we’re leaving now to go get some steak and eggs and I want to drink a pile of breakfast caesars, but I guess I need to be able to drive downtown and load-in at The Attic. Sunday night for SURE I am going to kick back and relax and have a few.

I think I have a picture on my phone of Gerry taking a leak while the car was in line at the Burger King drive-thru. There was a car right behind us and I hope they enjoyed the show. Gerry mooned them on the way out of the driveway for good measure. Ah good times.