Canned Heat, Snow, No Go
Groovin to "Canned Heat" somewhere in Vancouver. I am supposed to be on the road heading north but it is snowing like a banchee and I don't want to die. Tomorrow is gonna be nice. I can feel it.
The show at the Media Club was wunderbar. Thanks so much for coming Bruno, Dave, ummm Andrea, Jen, Kelly, Scott, and I can't remember who else. It felt solid. Ann Vriend was spectacular as usual. She never ceases to amaze me. I think we are going to head out to New York next fall on a Beaver Fever tour. Fun times. Thank you staff at the media Club for making my stay so pleasant. I am now sitting amongst Burlesque apparel and knitting my mother her Christmas present. Almost done. Big Muff is running well. No skips. A few stalls but nothing I can't handle. People like to honk a lot in Vancouver. I just honk back. Alright, going to find my can of sardines now. Oooh, maybe I will find some crackers too. Ooh and an apple. Life is good. I love the road.