Montreal! Le Rock c'est tellement bonne...

October 9th, 2004

We played Montreal last night. It was wicked. The Cafe Chaos people were very nice, and I was personally pleasantly surpised by the energetic and Zappa-esque set of The Navajo Code Talkers. They had a drummer, God love him, who while talented beyond belief, was a full meter taller than me. He was gracious enough to allow me to use his drum kit, but I truly felt like Billy Barty behind the traps last night. Everything was gigantic. The ride down was fun. Steve got us re-acquainted with the debut KISS album, and we also stopped at the Dunkin Donuts/Burger King/Pizza Hut/Bar Danceuse after we got into Quebec that most bands know like a second home when on the road. I ate a delicious Dunkin Donuts roast beef sandwich with some ringolos and a can of a new refreshing citrus soda called 7up. Deeeeeelicious.

We arrived in Montreal, and met up with The Heelwalkers and The Code Talkers. We got the arrangement worked out with the equipment swap, and then I accidentally waltzed into the women's bathroom. A woman, go figure, let me know that I was in the wrong place. The bathrooms were set up with saloon doors, and I didn't see the sign. Whoops. Quebec faux pas number one.

We played a good set at around 10:30. We did the usual chops and one twos. Trevor exterminated all human life at the front of the stage with his electrifying solo in "Little Girl" and worked the crowd during "Born On The River" when he chucked his guitar off, and went to work on the crowd like a frenzied evangelist during the part of the song I dread, which is were I beat fenetically on the snare drum without any guitar. I feel like I am 80 when I do this, because my entire body cries and moans attempting to keep up with Trevor's maniacal audience antics. Steve soared through the set as he usually does, and Paul and I were having a brief love affair via our eyes as we were ensuring that we got all the punches.

The ride back to Montreal for the Ottawa show tonight was good. We talked about crass stuff, listened to Le Nombre's first record as well as The Mars Volta. I was exhausted by the time I got in. Tonight should be good. We had to leave and did not get an opportunity to see The Heelwalkers' set. All nice guys, but we would have been beat if we had stayed, plus we knew that we were seeing them tonight anyways. Steve texted me at around 2 a.m., probably when the party was gettin started there anyways. He stayed as his parents like in Montreal. Ian Blurton, all of Bionic, and some of the rest of the marquee Montreal rock community showed up. Steve gave him a copy of One Track Mind, and apparently he remembered us from New Year's Eve in Toronto. If I was there, I would have told him that I've been listening to C'mon's Midnite Is The Answer religiously for about a week.

I'm sure Trevor will write a diary entry after tonight. Stay tuned! We'll have pictures I'm sure. We'll probably be inebriated. Maybe I can get Trevor to write a diary entry drunk!

chris