I shall be released. Reporting

August 31, 2002

I shall be released. Reporting in after the show in Victoria. Great fun to release the hounds once again. Played a bit thrashy at times but the more loose electric trio format is so much fun. There is so much room for the voice even when you’re filling up space with guitar noise every once in awhile. The Brisk Brothers were steady and powerful as always. The universally obvious was obvious. The monitors are usually going to suck in a little club. Screwed up “Someone Who’s Cool” again. My life is irony. Nice to meet a few people I hadn’t met before (Brian Fukshima the cartoonist...do a search for his site . . .he’s good) and see a few I hadn’t seen for a long time. Thanks to Leanne Dunic for putting on the show. The real treat was getting to see Tom Hooper play. I’m listening to his CD right now and its really good. I encourage all you who love his silky voice and classic “pop” songsmanship to buy the CD “Tom Hooper: The Unexplored Cosmos, Bullseye Records BLR-CD-4058 www.tomhooper.ca. It was a good hang after the show. Nathan with the Bedbugs album cover tattoo came by. I think he thinks I think its crazy that he has this giant stag beetle on his leg but I think that artwork is quite good and the beetle can symbolize a whole lot more than just our album. Here’s the set list. Nothing really radically different. I don’t think anybody taped the show but I think there were a few cameras.

Giddy Up
Slow Motion
Take a Hit
What Lack of Love has Done
Satisfied
Write it In Lightning
Old Mistakes
Famous Grave
Always Breaking Heart
Make You Mad
After Walking In Space
Someone Who’s Cool
Sons & Daughters

Did “...Lack of Love” as a full electric number and all the Odds tunes as well. Nice power in that format. Made me feel like the old Craig. Out of tune, sloppy and a little louder. Used “Trevor” (my red Gibson ES-135 of old) for the whole gig save for “Famous Grave” and “Always Breaking Heart”. I’ve bashed that guitar around for so long that its really become one of those things that only I can relate to. Only I can ride that horse the right way. Like a shoe fetishist I think about it today and how much I love playing it. My main squeeze Fender Esquire is jealously molting in the studio . . . waiting quietly for me to grow tired of my fling with the old flame. You say I invent these love triangles with my guitars to spice things up. I say, “shhhh I hear my wah pedal talking trash in the other room”.