Day 24 – A road in Quebec.
Illness killed any thoughts of doing this every day. I just felt so crappo for so long that I didn’t feel like doing anything. Just kinda wanted to go home. This touring thing is much harder than I’d imagined. I’ve been on tour once in my life for 15 days, but I got to play nearly every night. This time I get to watch every night, which isn’t quite the same sense of release that the band gets. So it is a tough go. The illness killed Stephen, Drew, Al and I for a few days each. I think I had 2 or 3 things going at once – as did Stephen. Drew puked on stage in Montreal. Very sexy! Colin is still driving like a demon and never really did get sick. The van is holding up well. Puking on the side of hwy 17 into a 3 foot snow bank while semis blew the wind-chill up over (down below??) minus 40 is now officially the worst moment of my life…… The puke was freezing before it hit the snow… So since Saskatoon we’ve had a cancellation in Kenora (the band was way too ill), an odd night in Thunder Bay where the band house had no shower and little beds and a couch that I think was the cause of the flu, our food consisted of 4 terrible subway sandwiches that weren’t right at all…. Then someone made us burgers, then never served them, and they never did appear?? There was a nice battle between bar owners in Thunder Bay in the days leading up to the show. One bar promoted the show before the other one so the owner of the other bar kept stealing the letters J A Z Z B E R R Y R A M off the marquee that happens to be RIGHT across the street from his bar. Very juvenile and odd… the whole thing.