Pre-show and wigging out at Steve's in K/W.
Why bother with clearly constructed and well-articulated paragraphs when describing a mini-tour? These journeys are restless, uncouth and harmless. As per our first tour diary back in May, we prefer to use keywords and stream of consciousness methods to describe our sometimes-foggy impressions of our trip next door (Ontario) with Parlovr. We apologize if it sometimes sounds like boring scribbles in the back of someone’s grade 9 yearbook! For more photos, check out our Flickr page.
DAY 1: MONTREAL TO PETERBOROUGH
KEYWORDS: Unnecessary anxiety about tardy leaving time, Erin: “Is that JUST a bridge???” Amber: “No, it’s a metaphor”, sad goodbyes and puppy eyes (from Elliot and Chester the doggies), DJ Goodwyn on the car tape deck, highway driving = zen, returning to the lovely town of Peterborough, The Spill, Nick the bar master and sound man, a ginger-haired karate-guy, meeting a drunk Sean Connery-I-mean-Conway, lending him Erin’s Dean and a pick, Rockenspiel (whose name is Mike), Eric playing tambourine in the street, wrangling pretty passerby to come into the venue, “paddywhacking” Conway’s newly 17 year old ass on stage after a birthday serenade, house parties and bottle-tossing, Eric realizing he’s at a party with people half his age, a po-po intervention and street clean-up, birthday cake. Oh yes, and pizza dropped in the middle of the street and generous Mimi, sharing a bedroom with Parlovr and practicing some minor leg wrestling moves.
Amber, Sean and Alex at The Spill.
DAY 2: PETERBOROUGH TO TORONTO
Hangovers, fucking worst breakfast of our lives, an hour walk-about-town to find wax for Jeremy, defending the term “partner” to the dark-haired third of Parlovr, shipping keys home to a distressed and pregnant wife, driving to the T-Dot, Amber confusing East with West, dead car remote, us being chill anyway sort of, Come As You Are, awesome Korean food on Queen Street West (or was that East?), Tiger Bar, Silver Dollar, klezmer music, meeting the legendary Dan Burke (sort of), Lauren Schreiber, hitting the stage at 1am, hecklers, spitting water, knocking over drum kit, dancing Dan Burke, Bella Clava, Dana and Bonnie, nightcap in Mississauga.
Signing the heckler's tits.
DAY 3: MISSISSAUGA TO KITCHNER/WATERLOO
Bush-isms, Eric’s old man Andy Rooney book, shooting the shit with the Lapointes, Grist Mill, awesome and dry venue, all ages show, Green Party candidate Q & A, Jeff and Owen from the Trepid House, peeing in the bushes, air-drying, super supportive community, tour of the Trepid House, dead babies and coat hangers, music talks, gun-toting 13 year-olds with jerry cans of gas + single match, wild laughter, found out that our Brantford show is canceled, Jeff immediately finding us a house party to play at instead, Eric almost killing Amber then saving her life, gyros and Ontario poutine.
Scene: Grist Mill, Interior, Daylight.
Day 4: KITCHENER TO WATERLOO
Chillaxing in downtown K/W, organic food, animatronic dinosaurs, NDP indie rock posters, running into a dude in a Nightwood shirt (yeah!!), pawn shop trawling, trying out bass guitars, wig and black rose buying, plastic thorns, swimming with the superintendants daughter, mullets, awesome venue/Steve’s house, bomb shelter stylings, Nightwood/Parlovr/Music Box last minute show, so fun, another run-in with the po-po, trying to find the highway and getting lost.
Parlovr rocking it at the house party. Thanks Jeff and Steve!
Day 5: Driving back to Montreal, bitches.
Partners, animals, dayjobs and madness on the horizon. Erin hates Prince. What the fuck?
This is actually from the trip to Peterborough.
GENERAL: Leg wrestling, police fucken everywhere, roving groups of young people at night, touring with hott men, Erin cussing out other cars, telling Mr. Lapointe to “put your hands on the wheel, AT LEAST when we’re on the highway!”, listening to mix CDs from old friends + lots of 90′s music.
We conquered Ontario, once more.
FIN
