Day 1—Vancouver to Panorama

There is something odd about good musicians off the stage. On it they contain an inherent timing and communication rarely evident anywhere, but off it they possess no more of it than your average menstrual cycle (sans birth control). Therefore it was hard to get going on the first morning, February Fool’s Day, 2003.  We didn’t know the time of departure or where we needed to be until about 6AM. And because a show in Nelson was cancelled 2 days earlier we had to drive all the way from Vancouver to the Panorama ski resort. This should have been more daunting, but Colin is a bit of a driving machine. This will be a recurring topic, or if it doesn’t recur, it’s just true…

The first thing I did on tour was fall on my ass on some ice in the Panorama parking lot.  Drew laughed. I landed really hard on my now black and blue elbow. Colin fell the next morning in the same spot. No one laughed. I think they brought me to kick around… Colin landed on his hip and could barely play at the next show, but our hero played on with aplomb. Not sure about that word.

The show in Panorama was the first time they had played together in over a month so the usual concerns from the perfectionists came to the surface, but all-in-all the show went very well. The promoter was a very friendly fellow who made the first attempt to transgress the rider*. It wouldn’t be the last. This is one of the games that the touring band must play. Agreed upon contract, not really agreed upon? Not really read? Not really sure.

* Rider: The list attached to and part of the contract of things that the band must receive prior to performing. Usually 2 or 3 hotel rooms, 24 beer(s), bottle of wine (preferably australian cab sauv), sandwiches for the end of the night, food or a food buy-out for band and crew… Number of times the rider was perfect? 1.  Number of times it should have been perfect? 27  Number of times the bar made up for it in other ways. 11. This is always appreciated and usually OK with everyone…