This time around, we were performing at a cool little place called Caffe Sola. Much like our own Le Cagibi in Montréal, the space was a coffee shop featuring all kinds of local goodies, and featuring a back room done up like a mini venue: complete with stage, PA, dance floor, and a few tables. The night’s promoters, Phil and Rich of Vive productions had rented the space earlier in the summer and were working on establishing it as a concert venue for independent local and touring bands, offering an alternative to the occasionally overwhelming size of Amigos.

We were joined by a new friend of our, Ben, the drummer of Saskatoon legends Feral Children, who rocked our faces off with a great set of tape loop saturated shoegazey goodness. Apparently our touring itinerary practically mirrored the most recent Feral Children tour, with stops at the Apollo, Wunderbar, the Cobalt, and Amigos, which is pretty cool. Road stories were shared, to say the least!

Ben tape-loop-shoe-gazing it up!

After a night spent in the comfort of Phil’s decidedly lovely home (where I’m told Torngat once performed), we were on the road once again, destination: Winnipeg.

Up to Speed

We’re currently cruising in the comfortable confines of Lester Montana along the final stretch of the number 1 highway, on the way from Winnipeg to the glorious womb of the Apollo in Thunder Bay. The last several days have been a bit of a whirlwind, which is why I’ve been less than diligent with my blog updating duties.

After returning from Vancouver, we had a wonderful show at the Palomino in Calgary. Opening up for some serious heavy rockers JJS3 and the Great Evil, we were a little out of place. The bar was half filled with our friends and family members, and half with leather clad, tattoo bearing metal folk. I’m pleased to say that we held our own, and managed to convert a good chunk of the audience. More good vibes were thrown our way from many of our childhood idols, which made us get a serious case of the proverbial “warm-fuzzies”, as did the copious quantities of free Steam Whistle. All had a lovely night, as far as I could tell!

Ready to Go!

JJS3 Bringing the Metal

The Great Evil bringing the Rock

The next two days were rather insane in the busyness department, but the upshot is that within 48 hours we had test-driven, purchased and temporarily registered our new vehicle, the lovely Lester Montana. Les is a brown 2004 Pontiac Montana, essentially the same vehicle as our beloved Rusty Venture (RIP), only newer and nicer in every way.

Pretty much as Soccer-Mom-ly as they come.

I’m fond of saying that our first van was Rusty, and the second one was Les. Chris likes to go with “Les is more!” Chris also made the trip back up to Edmonton to reclaim the belongings we had left with Rusty at the shop, and to administer last rites.

Rusty Venture (2000 – 2010) ~ RIP

After saying our final goodbyes to friends and family (and stocking up on practically everything we could get our hands on), we headed east, stopping first in Saskatoon.

Hey Hey Hey!

We’ve successfully made it to the Pacific Ocean, rocked out in Vancouver, and have trekked back across the mountains, making the momentous change in direction from west to east.

We rolled it over.

Barreling down the Number 1 in my mom’s Subaru station wagon, Chris and I crammed ourselves and all of our gear into about half the space we are used to. This left our knees in the location generally reserved for ones ears, but otherwise functioned adequately. This did not dissuade us from our quest, though for a brief moment we were convinced that the gods of mechanics were not with us. Starting with a mild tremor, and building into what could only be described as a violent shake, the ever reliable “Subie” was certainly not living up to the pre I had just affixed to her.

What followed was 15 minutes of awful driving, 8 minutes of near life ending stress, and then the most incredible bit of mechanical magic I have ever witnessed.

Sluggishly pulling into the wee hamlet of Sicamous, BC, we were greeted at the local husky by the most fabulous of news: There was a mechanic in town! He was one block away! Upon our arrival in his office, we began on shaky footing at best, opening with “We’re driving my mom’s car…”

His response was immediate and his action direct. “You’ve got a misfire,” he said with great certainty. When we popped the hood for him, he shouted almost instantaneously, “Oh, there it is!” He then excitedly dove into the engine block, all but disappearing deep into the bowels of the vehicle and emerged moments later, victorious. We started the engine, switched into gear, and felt nothing but the smooth purr of a happy automobile. Our saviour, Arthur of Integra-Tire, waved us off, refusing payment or even a simple hand shake (he was greased up past the elbows!) and sent us on our way.

And on our way we went. Vancouver was rather grey and drizzly, but beautiful none the less. It’s really rather hard to imagine Vancouver in any other state, and I’m glad we were able to witness her most archetypal conditions. After a busy day which began with 3 dollar breakfast, a visit to the ocean, walks through cool places, and delicious delicious sushi we arrived just a tad late to the venerable Cobalt.

Deeply Ironic, for without Drugs there most certainly would not be Doctor Who!

It was lovely to see and play alongside our good friends Man Your Horse once again, sharing stories from the road, comparing van notes, and drinking all the free beer patrick (the bartender/owner) would pour us! It was equally lovely to get to see many of our old friends who had relocated to the west coast. All in all, the rock was brought, and making friends with the night’s headliners (the Barcelona Chair) was the icing on the cake.

Man Your Horse Manning the Rock

The next morning, we turned around. We had made it as far west as we could on this trip (we’re coming for you next time, Vancouver Island!), and were ready to return to alberta, deal with our dead van, and rock out one more time for the hometown crowd!

Sometimes on long drive we get silly and take silly pictures.


Hey All,
Just wanted to let yall know that you can now purchase our brand new single, “Dedicated Dropouts” online via the Objects page.
It was super fun to record, and it has been selling like hotcakes at shows, so I’d suggest you grab it while they last!

Also of note, our show in Ottawa has been confirmed: Saturday September 25th at Avant-Garde Bar with Sugarbush and 40 Watt Monkey.
Should be a total blast, looking forward to it!

That’s all,