Last Minute Show Preparations

January 10th, 2003

Well last night Steve and I went around town to do another poster blitz. It was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Which wasn't conducive to walking around slapping paper to metal. The tape wouldn't stick to the posts because of the low temperature, it would only stick to itself (and my mitts). So we were forced to employ a rarely used but amazing to behold technique. It basically looked like one of us was humping a post while the other looked on.

Then we got to out front of one of the dance clubs or Rideau Street, and while we started putting up a poster, the muscle out front informed us that he was just going to tear it down because the manager doesn't want them up there.

So Steve says to him (read this next part in an angry voice) "I got news for your manager, you tell him that being vigilant in taking down posters out front isn't going to ensure the financial future of your club. There are other reasons it has changed names 5 times in the last 5 years. I don't care if it is ladies night, you tell him that if he DARES to set foot in Zaphod's on Saturday, we will DESTROY him with rock music. The sheer girth of the roll and/or the rock will cause his heart to stop." We then booted outta there confident our message would be delivered, as the young steroid case at the door was reduced to a quivering mass of fear just from thinking about the consequences which would befall his manager if he dared step foot into Zaphod's on Saturday.

The moral of this story is if you cross The Setbacks, we will destroy you with rock music. So if you dare step foot in Zaphod's on Saturday, you can expect all negative attitudes to be defeated, all frowns obliterated, and all malevolent forces to be utterly shattered. But most of all expect all souls to be set afire with the spirit of the rock music.

Or something like that.

-trevor