My My my have we had a time. Right now we’re zipping down the highway on our way back to Port Aux Basques. We’ll be taking the overnight ferry back to Cape Breton, and tomorrow we’re performing live on Caper Radio (at 4 pm!), and playing at Upstairs with John Gill! Picking up shows while on the road rules!

Since I last gave an update, we’ve played 4 shows, made countless new friends, been to the easternmost tip of the continent, eaten delicious Fi’ n Chi’, been screeched in, and been out past sunrise every night.

What a marvelous part of the world!

On Wednesday night, we played at a beautiful little pub in Corner Brook called the Bar Room. Once again, we were the only act playing that night, and without any kind of local promotion we ended up playing to the bar staff. Usually, when a band plays to the bar staff, they walk away empty handed, with no new fans and no new friends. With the staff at the Bar Room, this was not the case. Awesome group of people, amazing place, can’t wait to come back!

Upon our arrival in St. John’s the following evening, we had a few hours to spare before loading in at the bar. We decided to take a walk downtown in search of some serious “authenticity” which was known to be in the region. Walking down George Street at 6 PM is like walking through an amusement park on the last day of school. It’s almost too quiet, only a few people around in the corners putting the finishing touches on their preparations. No one really talks about it, but everyone knows than in merely a few hours the place will be crawling with revelers, packed full to bursting.

It is Serious Party Infrastructure.

Our first stop was a lovely little pub called Kelly’s, which was just a few blocks down from what was to become our home away from home in St. John’s, CBTG’s. We picked Kelly’s for no real reason other than it’s offer of inexpensive fish and chips, but we couldn’t have been happier with our decision. First off, there was a live folk singer playing (for free) to the bar at 8 ish when we walked in, which was excellent. Second, the fish and chips were both cheap, and delicious. Third, during our meal, the performer on stage announced that he would be joined for his next number by one of St. John’s most celebrated tap dancers, a gentleman well in to his 70’s, from what we could tell.

I have proof of this:

Seriously, couldn’t have had a better first impression if we’d tried!

Next up, it was time to load in and meet our hosts for the weekend, the lovely crew down at CBTG’s. The first thing I noticed was that the promoter for the show was someone I’d met in my youth, Davey of the legendary Canadian punk band The Brat Attack. He and everyone else in the place seemed really excited to watch us play, which was a lovely experience. We sold almost as many CD’s before the show as we did afterwards, which has to be a good sign. Lots of awesome locals joined us on Thursday, and we played to a wonderfully enthusiastic crowd, who all promised to bring their friends to the next couple shows.

Kate Pike and the Off White Might

Brother Malhonnête

After the show, we wound up hanging out at the bar with Sandy, the owner and Newt, the ex-owner of the bar next door till something absurd like 5 am. We learned lots of local politics and shared many road stories. It was fabulous. I can’t say I remember it all that clearly, but the warm glow of love certainly remains.

Flyer for the next couple nights

We managed to stumble home to our buddy Steve Doyle’s place on Long’s Hill (which is both long, and a hill, for the record) crashed out, excited as all hell for day two!



Hey All,
I’m currently working my way through the rest of the Newfoundland saga, and it’s getting close to ready for posting.
It’s rather epic, just so y’know.

In the mean time, however, I wanted to let you know about some shows we’ve added to the tour while we’ve been on the road:

Today: Playing live at Caper Radio at CBU, 4 pm. On Facebook
Tonight: Returning to Governors Pub (known by the locals as “Bunkers” apparently) alongside our new friend John Gill! On Facebook

This Weekend: Returning to Sackville, NB at 37 Charlotte for a house show. More details including an opener coming ASAP.

Next Week: Playing at the Ossia in Peterborough on April 23rd, which should be a blast + 1/2!

Can’t wait to keep on trucking with this tour, it’s been so amazing so far.

New (real) blog posts coming soon, don’t worry!

ITOOKSOMANYPICTURESOFTHEROCKOHMG!

Later,

-D



Hey All,
We’re in St. John’s right now, and we’re having an insane blast here.
I’m taking lots of photos and videos, so there will be a serious set of updates once I get a chance.

Just wanted to let you all know that I’ve posted our new release, CELEBRATOR, and our brand new t-shirts in the Objects section, so feel free to check those out and maybe even pick up something.

Later,

-D



Hey-o,
Right now I’m sitting in the Corner Brook Public Library, overlooking the town and its rather significant number of hills. This is now our third day in NFLD, and we’re getting ready for our second show on the rock (and the 5th show of the tour, for those keeping count) tonight at the Bar Room.

First sight of Newfoundland!

Someone lives there.

We spent a couple of pretty relaxing days in Stephenville after getting off the ferry, even going so far as to stay in a motel room (!), a Cinéma L’amour tour first. It’s an interesting town, to be sure. Due to the large American military presence in the area as recently as the 1970’s, the majority of the streets in Stephenville are named after states. We couldn’t find a Hawaii street, but we saw pretty much all the others. They’ve also got a retired USAF jet on the main road into town, positioned proudly across the street from the Town Hall.

Our show was a little under promoted due to the occasional shortcomings of digital communication services (alongside my own absentmindedness), but it turned out just fine in the end. We sang a few rounds of happy birthday with the crowd (there was not one but two birthday girls in attendance – HBD Meg and Mel!), had some nice chats with the locals and played a fairly low-key set. The locals assured us we should come back come summer time, as the townies would be out in full force.

After the show, we spent our first night in the van on this tour, which worked out pretty darn well. We’ve got Lester set up mighty comfortable, and luckily the weather has been pretty decent to us so far. Hopefully we won’t have too many more van nights this tour, but things could certainly be far worse. In the spirit of roughing it, we decided to set up the Coleman stove to make soup for breakfast in the morning.

We had a bit of a scare last night when the Twin Reverb started making death like crackling sounds, but luckily we were able to find a music shop in Corner Brook where the problem was not at all present, leading us to believe sketchy power at Clancy’s may have been to blame. I’ll let you know if the issue reappears, but here’s hoping it doesn’t!

Major thanks to Village music for letting us make loud sounds in the middle of the afternoon!

Anyway, I must be off, as we’ve gotta get prepared for tonight’s show.

Later,

-D



PRESCRIPT//POSTSCRIPT::

So right now I’m sitting rather comfortably in the Colours Bar aboard the Marine Atlantic ferry enroute to Port aux Basques, Newfoundland. Since the last update, we’ve basically been at one extended house party for the past 39 hours.


Seriously, this place looks like a starship!

We pulled in to Sydney, NS on Cape Breton Island in the early evening, took care of a few errands, and found our way to the glorious waterfront home of Governors Pub and Eatery. We set up our gear, and chatted for a while with the promoter and the openers, and watched people steadily stream in.

We were playing alongside three local songwriters, Andrew Greig, Danny MacNeil, and Jacob Noonan. We learned that normally they all fronted their own bands, but this evening they’d decided to go the more intimate “songwriters circle” approach. All three played wonderfully, doing both originals and covers, and offered a great contrast to one another. Andrew’s version of ‘Love is a Battlefield’ proved to be a serious crowd favourite.

Since things had gotten off to kind of a late start, we had to rush to set up, as the deadline of 2 am was quickly approaching. We were a little nervous right off the bat, as we’re not really used to following dudes with acoustic guitars, but by the time we were finished opener Kids TV, it was clear we’d won them over.


With each successive song, people crowed closer, cheered louder, and danced harder. The energy the crowd had was like an infection; one we happily caught and spewed right back at them. It was most certainly one of our best shows to date, even including an illegal post 2 am encore.

Major thanks to Threeark Photo for capturing some awesome moments from the show!

The assembled crowd made the next course of action extremely clear to us: it was house party time.

Danny lead us to an unsuspecting old house a couple blocks from the bar, where we found a few friendly faces, and met several more. It was reasonably chill for a while, and we were able to learn a few things about the town. Apparently the local “cabaret” has worked out some deal whereby it is allowed to remain open and serving until 3:30 am because it hires local performers as entertainment for a couple of hours every night. According to the locals “nobody has ever gone to the Capri with the intention of doing anything but getting completely Cape-Breton shittered.”


Paintings at the Party House!

The upshot is that at around 4, the house received an injection of a bunch more (rather intoxicated) Cape Bretoners. They informed us that all of the evening’s previous activities had merely been a warm up round, and now it was time for the real drinking to begin.

The debauchery that followed is not really suited to retelling, but I’ll leave you with this:


And I’ll mention that at 8 am I found myself surrounded by what had become rather close friends, screaming along to 90’s Propagandhi and realizing that I’d shared my teen years with these people who had grown up thousands of miles from me and had totally awesome accents.

Cape Breton, We love you.