We're in Francesca's hometown (or something) about to play a show with Noelle's favourite band. I take that as a good sign. I'm still trying to get money issues sorted out, but I'm not worried (think positive). If all works out, I'll be seeing my moms in LA soon.
Our time in BC was a trip. Ew, I can't believe I said that, but it's kinda true. It started with a show with Wintersleep and the Wooden Stars. We got to watch TV and drink beer on their bus, and play a show to a crowd. More people know us in Norway than in Western Canada. Then, a day off at a lawyer's house followed by a ferry trip to the island.
Our first show on Vancouver Island was in a sports bar (and Keno bar) underneath an old, cheap motel where, apparently, the employees lived this little town called Duncan. Highlights of the night include the older, drunken Indian couple dancing to our "punkier" songs, and proving to the whole room that true love can last forever, the crew of people that commuted from Victoria to see us, and the two crazy guys we met after the show. Leave it to KC to get us involved with a schizophrenic and a dude with bipolar disorder. They were nice enough, but being around crazies brings my own craziness closer to the surface. At times, I had to just walk away and look at the stars.
Next stop was a bar in Nanaimo. Towards the end of the set, the giddy, talking, dancing crowd came back up front and moshed for our encore of "Wanna Be Your Dog." There was something weird about their energy and I'm surprised I didn't pick up on it sooner. They invited us to their jam spot for party favours after the show, and we accepted since we weren't allowed to drink in our room in the hostel above the venue and couldn't afford to drink in the bar. People were wild inside the jam room, so we stayed outside on the couches smoking and talking to those who sat by us. That energy felt familiar, and subconsciously I knew what was up, but I didn't acknowledge it until I heard KC and Nancy talking about it. These wild kids, playing musical chairs, climbing the walls, breaking shit, and freaking out obsessively ("LET'S GO BACK INNNSIIIDDEE!"), oh, of course! We were in the middle of an acid party! Shit. People still do acid?
Monday was spent hanging out at the CBC building. Tuesday, we played after a battle of the bands thing called "Shindig" that Greenbelt managed to get us on (and, they won the round. Awesome). There were lots of fine folks in attendance.
We almost had our hands on an Olympia show, but it turned out they wanted us to do an acoustic set, so we took another show in Vancouver. It was in the poorest postal code in Canada. Right around the corner from East Hastings. Our friends were charged $10 each to get in, but the bands were only getting $2 per fan. There was a tally outside where they checked off who everyone was coming to see. They claimed it cost a lot for security, but it couldn't have cost that much to have their friend stand at the door smoking joints.
Before we left BC, we took advantage of cheap sushi, but we didn't go to one of those cafes.
Our time in BC was a trip. Ew, I can't believe I said that, but it's kinda true. It started with a show with Wintersleep and the Wooden Stars. We got to watch TV and drink beer on their bus, and play a show to a crowd. More people know us in Norway than in Western Canada. Then, a day off at a lawyer's house followed by a ferry trip to the island.
Our first show on Vancouver Island was in a sports bar (and Keno bar) underneath an old, cheap motel where, apparently, the employees lived this little town called Duncan. Highlights of the night include the older, drunken Indian couple dancing to our "punkier" songs, and proving to the whole room that true love can last forever, the crew of people that commuted from Victoria to see us, and the two crazy guys we met after the show. Leave it to KC to get us involved with a schizophrenic and a dude with bipolar disorder. They were nice enough, but being around crazies brings my own craziness closer to the surface. At times, I had to just walk away and look at the stars.
Next stop was a bar in Nanaimo. Towards the end of the set, the giddy, talking, dancing crowd came back up front and moshed for our encore of "Wanna Be Your Dog." There was something weird about their energy and I'm surprised I didn't pick up on it sooner. They invited us to their jam spot for party favours after the show, and we accepted since we weren't allowed to drink in our room in the hostel above the venue and couldn't afford to drink in the bar. People were wild inside the jam room, so we stayed outside on the couches smoking and talking to those who sat by us. That energy felt familiar, and subconsciously I knew what was up, but I didn't acknowledge it until I heard KC and Nancy talking about it. These wild kids, playing musical chairs, climbing the walls, breaking shit, and freaking out obsessively ("LET'S GO BACK INNNSIIIDDEE!"), oh, of course! We were in the middle of an acid party! Shit. People still do acid?
Monday was spent hanging out at the CBC building. Tuesday, we played after a battle of the bands thing called "Shindig" that Greenbelt managed to get us on (and, they won the round. Awesome). There were lots of fine folks in attendance.
We almost had our hands on an Olympia show, but it turned out they wanted us to do an acoustic set, so we took another show in Vancouver. It was in the poorest postal code in Canada. Right around the corner from East Hastings. Our friends were charged $10 each to get in, but the bands were only getting $2 per fan. There was a tally outside where they checked off who everyone was coming to see. They claimed it cost a lot for security, but it couldn't have cost that much to have their friend stand at the door smoking joints.
Before we left BC, we took advantage of cheap sushi, but we didn't go to one of those cafes.
posted by crystal at
12:00 am
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I said that wrong. I've nothing against people with mental disorders and/or conditions. I am one myself. If I expect people to accept me for me, I have to accept them. Those guys were nice enough. It's just that my own anxiety is amplified when around the energy that comes with schizophrenia and the mania that can some with bipolar disorder. Perhaps that is because I find it harder to hide behind my facades in their presence.
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