Tonight was a night. A night and a half. The thing about being dedicated
to a band and performing and working at music and re-playing riffs of
songs that break into bridges until you hate them and crafting vocals
and re-thinking volume levels and breaking strings and making your
vocal chords hurt and positioning amps correctly and choreographing
when bandmates should and shouldn't play...is that it takes time.
Everything in this life takes time but the real question is: 'What is
time and how does it relate to me?'
Sometimes, after our band gets together, we go out for a night on the
town to be together, drink some spirits and dine in community. There
is a great feeling and good sense of accomplishment when that happens.
We did that tonight in Montreal. Good old Montreal. The Mount
Royal has a newly renovated cross on the top of it. It shines and has
a lot of lights on it. Montreal is a little too big for me but truly...no
one gives a rat's ass how you look or what you are doing. It's different
from Ottawa in the sense that morality is a little more loose. Last
call is 3 am as opposed to the 2 am of Ontario. It's a lot bigger than
Ottawa in sheer sprawling space and has more haunts to search out.
We all need to go through some dark nights of the soul. I think I
got some answers tonight.
Landon nearly picked up a 37 year old lady and closed the
altercation with 'Hey - you're probably old enough to be my high
school teacher!'. She apparently walked away. If you're ever in
Montreal near McKibbin's, look for a bartender named Kevin.
He truly is the one-armed bandit.
Don't waste time.
