It's gonna take him three days to get across our massive, frozen country. (I pity the fool!) (I guess I can say that cause he can't read this for a few days!)
We played three shows in Ontario recently and I wrote an enormous blog-that-took-me-two-hours-to-write before my internet browser crashed. Then I re-wrote the enormous blog and my computer crashed. Then all inspiration left me.
But I'll give it another shot.
WATERLOO
We played at the infamous Trepid House, where Jeff Woods, who runs everything Trepid, made our heads inflate by calling us his favourite band! (and he took us out for tacos, which ranks him unbeatably high.)
The Story of how we met Jeff
We were riding the bus in Vancouver a year and a half ago, (back when we lived on a roof) and Stephen commented on someone's Modest Mouse t-shirt. It turns out that it was the bearer-of-the-shirt's first day in Vancouver. We were going to Gastown to busk and thought he might want to see the area, so we invited him along. Brad spent the entire day with us as we busked in a few locations, and played at a house party that night. We thought he would be completely Triked out by that point, but he invited us to play at his room-mates birthday/Halloween party.
The house was full of tipsy, costumed guests, none of whom felt inclined to watch our performance. Our audience consisted of Brad and his brother, Jeff, who was visiting from Ontario. Jeff took some great photos of us that night (see "Shitty House party, Great photos"), and when we passed the hat and made $2.33, he felt inclined to slip us $40.
He told us that if we ever played in Ontario, to stop by the Trepid House. We finally did.
The show there was amazing!!
Last time we played Ontario, our audiences were on morphine. I didn't feel too inspired to return to the province, but I'm so glad we did.
The crowd was involved, appreciative and bought ALL of our cds. There was an amazing exhibition upstairs by Dave the artist. Steph was there (she saw us in Vancouver and Victoria, and is totally stalking us).
Jeff's room-mate, Steph, made us blueberry pancakes and coffee and great conversation in the morning, something I wish I could have at every meal.
The whole Trepid experience was magical.
TORONTO
My first thought when I walked into The Boat was "Whoa, this place is swanky".
The room is bathed in red velvet, there's a golden stage, and we were immediately greeted by a spiffy-looking fellow in a suit, who introduced himself as "Keith" (little did I know that I would soon see Keith dancing in his underwear).
CJ, our friend from Vancouver, started the evening off with poetry and dark songs as belly dancers tantalized the quiet, attentive crowd. It was great seeing him perform again. I forgot how beautifully dire he was.
Picassio went up next, with fun, drunken, quirky songs about crack.
We went on last, and the entire room danced uninhibitedly. Conrad, the long-haired, peanut-butter drummer was there, with his friends. We ended up hanging out with them, and Keith-the-booker all night and all morning.
It was another magical time.
Keith invited us to play another show that Friday at an 'underwear party'. Trike, coupled with underwear, is pretty much the best match imaginable!
So I got to see a roomful of peeps strip down. (Including Bryn and Liene, two of Stephen's old friends, who both look pretty sexy in panties...)
We stayed with Bryn, who was unbelievably hospitable (though her cats are a little strange, Stephen got into a scrap with one of them.)
My fuck-Ontario attitude did a 180.
PHOTOS!

Trepid House B-fast with Steph

CJ and Belly dancer

Picassio

The Trikey Crowd


Jogging at the Boat

Keith the spiffy booker


Kensington Market

Underwear Party!
