I apologize for the slowdown in my blogging this last week, but you see we’ve been in Newfoundland, have seen the sun rise 5 times in the last seven days, and have generally been having way too much fun to encapsulate in words. As I write this, we’re zipping our way along the Trans Canada from St. John’s all the way to Port Aux Basques, where we’ll be catching the ferry back to the mainland over night. I’ll do my best to catch you up to speed with our adventures, and so without further ado, back to the story!
I awoke staring up into a blue sky dotted with clouds. The skylight was only a foot or two above my head, and in my groggy early morning state, I could barely make out its edges. The swift contact my forehead made with the drywall quickly and unequivocally established the boundaries between my blissed out hazy dream state and the harsh (and slightly hungover) reality of the day.
I was sleeping in “the Tree Fort,” a creaky makeshift loft bed in the living room of our new home away from home in Halifax’s north end. Oh, and what a home it is. Filled to the brim with musicians and artists, and complete with an excellent Jam Room and DIY recording studio (also: gorgeous backyard and super friendly dog Timber), it seemed more or less like paradise. Talking to Nick, Scott and Adam (the infamous Nick Everett and Everybody), we learned that the house had been passed along through musicians circles for at least the last four or five years, and had been the site of countless rehearsals, recording sessions, and house shows.
Needless to say, we were very excited to add one of our own to that innumerable list.
Hey Digital Follower Folks,
Right now, I’m sitting in a McDonald’s in Sydney, NS, up on Cape Breton Island. They’re advertising a McLobster Sandwich out front, but I couldn’t bring myself to risk one of my favourite foods being desecrated by such an insidious and grotesque chain. Pretty much the only thing I trust ‘em with is a fountain soda. Can’t screw that up too badly.
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