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I’m in the back of the Van. Chris is driving. Fast. We’ve been in three different provinces this afternoon. This is day four of our East Coast tour. We’re playing show number three tonight in Sydney, Nova Scotia, which is on Cape Breton Island. Our spirits are somewhere in between “really high” and “really, really high.” Our livers, however, are probably not quite as pleased, but no matter. The Maritime adventure must continue!

The Confederation Bridge is a rather magnificent piece of engineering. It is the largest bridge over open water in the world, and spans an incredible goreadthewikipediaarticle meters. Sadly our streak of good weather-luck had come to a rather abrupt end, and by the time we were on the bridge the visibility was so poor that I decided not to take any pictures. It’s wonder, however, pales in comparison to the place and the people on the other side.

Once on the island, we had our priorities set: I needed a Lobster Burger, and we were keeping our eyes peeled for “quaint” of all descriptions. We found both with great speed and efficiency. We also encountered way more “awesome” than either of us were anticipating.

(not the first time our name has been written in Italian.)

From my (limited) experience, it is not actually possible to walk through a door on Prince Edward Island without having someone hold it open for you. If you wish to carry things unassisted, you best do it under cover of darkness in an abandoned area. If you want to pay for drinks, don’t play music.

As soon as we arrived at The Alibi, Jodi the bartender had me smitten with her glorious accent and demeanor, and Chris the owner insisted that I arm-wrestle Bruce the potato farmer (and member of Low Lights, the other band) for the right to close out the evening. I made a valiant effort but was unable to defeat him. Thus: we played first and were immediately overwhelmed with the crowds support. Dancing ensued. I’m certain that I heard both “hooting” and “hollering” at various points during the set. The crowd wasn’t large, but their enthusiasm could have filled a room twice the size.

We pretty much had a nuclear blast.

Low lights hit the stage after us and offered up an extremely tight set of melodic and occasionally heavy indyish rock and roll tunes. At one point during their set, a gentleman who had perhaps imbibed a wee bit too much that evening decided (with the help of the bouncer) that exiting the bar via a couple of overturned tables was the right course of action. Never before have I seen an entire bar erupt into applause at the arrival of the police, but there is a first time for everything, eh?

(They also had weird sinks. Just so ya know.)

I also must take time to mention one of the greatest culinary experiences of my young life, the Pizazz Burger. Chef (and owner, and booker, and sound guy, and generally awesome dude) Chris Coupland has created a work of true genius: a 100% PEI beef burger with PEI FRENCH FRIES ON IT! And the sauce! OH THE SAUCE! MY GOD MAN!

It’s not even fair.

Coming from Alberta, we grew up with great pride in our home province’s Beef, but I must say that PEI truly gives us a run for our money.

We ended up hanging out at the bar with the staff till far later than was reasonable, and when we finally dragged ourselves back to the home of Low Lights, the madness only continued. Our 18 hours in PEI were perhaps the most insane in our career thus far.

Can’t wait to get back there!

It all began with an 11-hour drive from Montreal to Sackville, New Brunswick. Seeing as neither Chris nor I have ever had the opportunity to visit the east coast before now, every single kilometer was the furthers east we’d ever been on the continent. Exciting Stuff.

Upon arriving in town, we were immediately whisked off to the very finest of Sackville’s three drinking establishments: Ducky’s. We met up with one of the promoters and several friends, were almost completely submerged in beer, and had to be gently ushered out by the (most excellent and attractive) staff at some point in between last call and day break.

After a day’s worth of recovery time, a walk around the waterfowl park, a wild and crazy CD making session and a visit to the most elaborate and extensive residence cafeteria we had ever encountered (seriously: All you can eat buffet//pulled pork sandwiches//PEI potato fries//generic Asian stir fry//8 kinds of ice cream//2 salad bars//spicy chicken Caesar wrap//OMG!) the time for the inaugural show of the tour was upon us.

As we loaded our gear in through the kitchen of pickles Deli, it became pretty clear that we were in for a treat. The smells were unreasonably delicious. The meats were freshly sliced, the cheeses cured to perfection. Smiles = Genuine. After a few delays (we had to wait for the musical performance in the café next door to finish) the place had begun to fill up, and local openers Local Motive took to the stage (floor).

These kids had some serious chops, and a radical funk influenced vibe. Their lead singer also had some significant pipes, bringing the soul ferociously. We were smitten. High Fives abounded. We had a total blast playing for the assembled deli crowd, and were able to coax some people in from the street outside for a sandwich and some delicious rock and roll. Many new friends were made, and I have to say that Dave at Pickles makes perhaps the best Pulled Pork sandwich I’ve ever had. It was bordering on unreasonably tasty.

After the show, we found ourselves somehow back within the cozy confines of Ducky’s, surrounded by even more friendly faces and beer and laughs and scotch and I’m sorry but you really have to leave last call was an hour ago.

The next morning (read: mid afternoon) we arose to a pair of very attractive proposals. 1) Return to the omega cafeteria for even more spectacularly free food (thanks Marlisse!). 2) Stick around for a few hours and tag along to the aforementioned Marlisse’s radio show on CHMA. Needless to say, we engaged in both of these endeavors with great vehemence. Sackville radio listeners will not soon forget our tenure as overlords of the airwaves, to be sure.

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March 31 – Sackville, NB – Pickles
April 1 – Charlottetown, PEI – The Alibi
April 2 – Sydney, NS – Governors Pub
April 5 – Stephenville, NL – Clancey’s
April 6 – Corner Brook, NL – The Barroom
April 7 – St. Johns, NL – CBTG’s
April 8 – St. Johns, NL – CBTG’s
April 9 – St. Johns, NL – CBTG’s
April 10 – Grand Falls, NL – TBA
April 13 – Halifax, NS – Gus’ Pub
April 14 – Fredericton, NB – Gallery Connexion
April 15 – St. John, NB – TBA
April 16 – Moncton, NB – Plan B
April 19 – Kingston, ON – The Artel
April 20 – Toronto, ON – Rancho Relaxo
April 21 – Kitchener/Waterloo, ON – TBA
April 22 – Sarnia, ON – Empty Fest
April 23 – Windsor, ON

On November 13th, 2010, Montréal based Loop-Nerd duo Cinéma L’amour threw perhaps the most absurdly debaucherous first birthday bash in the history of rock and roll. In the inevitable hangover that followed, they retreated quietly into the shadows. Unsubstantiated rumors of an insidious plot involving several gallons of ice-cream and a shaved giraffe swirled around the pair. Blueprints were drawn, plans discussed in hushed whispers. Unidentifiable creatures scuttled in the periphery. Energies were gathered from the far corners of the earth. A new excuse for celebration was sought with fiery desperation so powerful that no cost would be too much to bear. No price too great, no sacrifice too dear.

With proof in hand of that now legendary shindig (the brand new CELEBRATOR EP), the boys are prepared to run their voices ragged, their hands calloused and their gas tank dry, all in the name of a new reason to party!


“You wind up staring in curious fascination, trying to figure out what exactly Dorian is doing between guitar riffs and loops and how Chris learned to play the way he can… at about the point where Dorian yells, ‘Let us not waste our youth,’ I realized these guys were onto something.” Sun On The Sand

“Modesty aside, the duo has no inhibitions — and it lets it all hang loose — at least on a sonic level. Claiming influences as diverse as minimalist classical to sludge metal and a newfound interest in funk, their complex compositions are equally shaped by guitarist-vocalist Scheidt’s daisy-chain of effects pedals and Kavanagh’s off-kilter percussive flourishes.” FFWD Magazine

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Western Canadian tour by the numbers:

Kilometers Driven: 10,497.2 (plus another 600 if you count Chris’ solo voyage to Edmonton and back)
Vehicles used: 4 (5 if same as above)
Songs heard in the van: 1022
Shows: 11
Other bands played with: 21
Days on the road: 20
Footlong Subway sandwiches consumed: 11 1/2
Kilometers driven without a license plate: 4084
Interactions with the police: 0
Over the top dance parties: 4
Empty Bars: 0
Photos: 86
Good Times: 10000000000

Love. Tour.