Rachelle Van Zanten

Rachelle Van Zanten

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June 28, 2008

Oh Canada

5 Black Bears, 1 Moose, 1 Grizzly Bear, 6 Furry Mountain Goats, and a Handful of Elk...oh and a partridge in a pear tree. I am back in Canada and so far it feels good. Well mostly. I flew back in time to make the last day of Midsummer Festival in Smithers where i had the privledge to play with the Mark Perry Band. Then it was time for three days of R&R and pimping out my van for the next string of dates. I came home to insanely high gas prices and a potential carbon tax and as a result, a very disturbed father. The world is in an uproar and everybody knows. Anyhow, me and my propane van rolled out on the highway and we are now in Alberta starting off the tour in Banff. Sunny sunny. Unfortunately my bike has low PSi which as Graham knows, is one of my biggest pet peeves. If I see a bike go by with low tires, I freak out. Your rim , your rim! Don't you know about your rim? Anyhow I need to find a pump. Come out to the show on Canada Day in Calgary. We are right after the fireworks!

June 20, 2008

Germany wins while RvZ loses mind!

So after a few days of hanging in London while sorting out my new white passport, I finally managed to find flights back home. On thursday morning I woke super early to catch a train from Castle Cary to London and then catch the underground to Charing Cross where the Canadian Embassy lies. Everything went smooth and £100 later I had a new passport that could get me out of the country. I then took the underground to Earl's Court to the London Calling Conference to meet with a friend and talk about the music biz. All was still smooth at this point. I then hopped the underground again to get to my Luton Airport train. The Victoria line was shut down so I continued on to Black Friars ( I am sooo London) where i found a train departing immediately for Luton. I jumped on at 4:30 pm thinking how on top of everything I was. 5 minutes into the ride the train suddenly stopped in a tunnel and remained parked there for 30 minutes. Now you have to remember that I have been through alot these past few months and have managed to go fairly zen even after the Pakistan bombs, cyclone, near abduction, fire ant attack, and passport theft. Well this time I felt myself slipping into a breakdown. In England you CANNOT be late for a flight and the ticket warns passengers that they must be at the gate 90 minutes prior. My flight was at 6:45 pm and by the time the train started rolling again, it was 5 pm with another 45 minutes to go til destination point. I felt my heart raise, my palms sweat, my mind spin, and tears well. I can't miss 6 flights in a row...that's just ludicrous. FYI, due to stolen passport, I missed 5 flights on wednesday and the chance to see Michelle Shocked in concert. So the train arrived into Luton parkway at 5:45 pm and I immediately sprinted with all my gear to the shuttle bus. I had no ticket and was confronted by the ticket dude at the bus door. The bus was jammed full and I looked at him with wild, crazy eyes and said I have no ticket but I am getting on this bus. I pushed him aside and rammed my way into the bus putting all of my weight on some innocent little British man who was on his way to somewhere sunny. I said sorry and he saw the desperation in my eyes. The doors shut and I saw the ticket man standing there in complete shock as the bus drove away with me on it. The traffic was insane and by the time i arrived at the desk, it was 6 pm. I was getting ready to do my "taser me if you want" routine but the Easy Jet desk clerk, said "Berlin?" and said yes. She took my passport and checked me in. Little did she know, she had just saved me from a near trip to jail or the hospital.
So I flew into Berlin to be greeted by raging, rioting crowds of drunk football lovers. Germany had just won the quarter final against Portugal and the whole country was freaking out. I walked out of the airport with a look that would scare even the biggest German. "Touch me and I will bite off your head". So for all you kids out there, be ware- touring is tough. Try a month at a time and always keep your passport in sight.
Now it is even smoother...I am in Ottawa sucking on a Soy Blaster or some high calorie health drink and waiting for my 5th flight to Edmonton where I am hoping someone is awaiting. It always sucks when you arrive somewhere and nobody knows. Then tomorrow is off to Prince George and then home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It has been 4 months so Eddy will be ecstatic!

June 15, 2008

What the Deuce?

Slight low point in the journey...my passport was stolen here in Glastonbury. So now I must think about getting home when all I really wanted to do was focus on the final mixes. Tchad is brilliant. He has given the songs space and managed to turn "Green Eyed Boy" into an emotional river. It is sunny today and I am have bought Yoga Pants that fit. John and I are heading to the Mocha Berry for Cream Teas. I was blessed last night to be surrounded by some of the world's best soul musicians.

June 12, 2008

Bristol and no Full Frontal Frisk

After an hour in immigration with an extra high heart rate, sweaty palms, and high hopes, I tried to convince the officer that I was indeed going to Glastonbury for holidays, not work. You see, I have already been kicked out of the country and sent to Sweden and did not really want to take a red eye flight back to Berlin on the pretense that I was intending to work in the UK. I am actually here to hang with my friends while listening to the final mixes of the new record. So exciting! Tchad Blake has worked with Sheryl Crow, Paul Simon, Tom Waits, Crowded House, just to name a few. So far I have only heard three songs but they sound great. So I am trying not to spend any money and live like I lived in Nepal although I have had a sushi meal, brushed my teeth with the tap water and danced the dance of joy when my Rosemary Lamb dinner arrived yesterday. Today I am back to being a minimalist. I have received word from Hamish and Graham that they still have Delhi Belly but have been remedying it with Guinness, footie, and fry ups.

June 7, 2008

June 7, 2008

New Orleans Jazz Bistro
Patan
Kathmandu, Nepal
RvZ solo

June 5, 2008

June 5, 2008

New Orleans
Kathmandu, Nepal
7 pm show.

June 4, 2008

I Found Love in Kathmandu

The guys have gone home. I can only hope that Graham made it as when I saw him last at the Delhi INternational airport, his ticket was invalid and he was waiting for another. Poor guy. I flew to Kathmandu and am now having the time of my life. The hills make me happy as do the temples, monks, monkeys, coffee shops, and very sweet Nepalese people. Today I climbed with my new friend, Raju,to the top a place where both the Hindu and Buddhist temple stand side by side. It was a hard climb after sitting in taxis and trains and planes for four weeks and I looked pink by the end. I tea shop with excellent water buffalo chai was awaiting me. I play tomorrow night at New Orleans which is in the touristy part of Kathmandu. A good number of the climbers are now down from the mountains so I expect a good crowd of very tired yet very fit peeps.

June 2, 2008

Calcutta and Apple Pie

The apple pie was just like I hoped! It was warm with ice cream and chocolate! Hammers and I then had fish and vegetables followed by a latte and Italian Taramisu. Not one bit of curry was consumed within 12 hours. We played at the downstairs venue to a packed house a rock lovers. I almost got in a fist fight with one of the guys who kept yelling, "play some covers". I wanted to fight though...give Graham a break for one night and pick on someone else. Unfortunately the security guard pulled me off of him and we were escorted out of the room. It was then time for one hour of sleep before Kingfisher airlines whisked us away to Delhi. This airline was so good I can't even believe it....no excess baggage charge, no charge for food, a water bottle and in seat screen with movie selections, and a mist of cold air to keep you sane! I was in love. No more Spice Jet for me I say.
With only one hour of sleep we staggered into sound check and somehow plunked our way through it. We then managed to squeeze 1 hour of shut eye in before playing a set while the final cricket match was on. People were screaming for the Royals while we were drifting into a sorry state on mad cow syndrome.
Now it's over and we are hanging in Delhi for one last day. I see a light now.

June 1, 2008

June 1, 2008

Cafe TC
JMD Regent Square
Gurgaon, India
RvZ Band

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