Man, the prairies are dirty. Dust, grit, grime, and mud everywhere.
We’re in Regina. We’re staying in the basement of a talented singer-songwriter named Carolyn. So far we’ve only had to stay in a hotel once.
We went to see Cuff The Duke last night at the venue next door to where we will be playing tonight. They were excellent, as usual. This is the third time I’ve seen them, having caught them in Victoria opening for The Sadies and Sloan, respectively. We also played at the Tongue and Groove in Lethbridge the night before they played there. Either we’re following them around, or they’re following us around, I’m not sure.
Funny story: Between songs, frontman Wayne Petti told a story about their show in Canmore. After their show, he had ended up drinking Pilsner with someone who told him how the letters in Pilsner correspond with features on the label. (P is for plane, I is for Indian, etc.) I didn’t get a chance to talk to him after the show, but I’m pretty sure he met Mike Little.
The shows in St. Albert were great. We stayed with a wonderful guy named Carmen, who had also set up the shows for us. The first night, three of us stayed up until 3am listening to records; the next night, we were up late jamming in their garage.
Next stops: back to Saskatoon, then Winnipeg, then the long drive to Thunder Bay…