Reuben opened the doors to our van to let us know that it was a bit past 7 AM and that he was going to wake up Taylor who had slept in When he came back he said that TAYLOR SAID that he didn't remember wanting to get moving to Calgary early on and the only thing on his mind was sleeping in. I couldn't complain. Its 7 am. I want to fucking sleep. The Gsts crew, however, decided to forge on to Calgary I didn't envy those guys. Not only did we get to sleep in, but we ate a gnarly trucker breakfast at a truck stop in the mountains, plus cleaned out the van, got gas, and took showers in the gas station bathroom sink. I was driving and that meant pounding the road so hard I could feel it quiver under the power of the gas pedal. Along the way we stopped to take a lot of pictures and Durell started some van mosh. When you're driving treacherous winding mountain roads and there are bodies flying into you as you're trying to steer ita a cuase for concern. What the hell are we doing with our lives? Regardless of the human interference, I hammered the road and made it to the new black center in record time. As we pulled up we discovered that drew from Gsts was a sweaty corpse. I almost felt bad for getting him really sick, but we had to move gear up a lot of stairs so I did that instead. Time to breathe steam. Swallow Your Tongue played a Left For Dead cover which was pretty sweet. Kali totally destroyed that place. Their drummer is an impressive piece of work. Goddamn gravity blasts. I was not stoked to follow them because as far as I was concerned the show was done after they played, total insanity. Drew, now heavily medicated, joined the rest of Gsts on stage and they proceeded to shred the fuck out of what was left of the new black. Ah, to be young again. Our set up took forever as there were many cable issues, and monitor issues... However the only issues that matter are korn issues. The crowd exploded and so did the microphone cord 2 lines into the first song and in between the next 2 songs a second microphone cord was also destroyed. So, I started using the bass drum microphone for a while. It electrocuted the shit out of me. Eventually I was just standing in the middle of a war zone. Kids throwing chairs and bodies flying through the air screaming the lyrics. We also played a song that I fucking hate. Taylor "money bags" Geddes made a killing selling half of his distro at this show alone. The best part of the show, however, was having our friends from Edmonton and surrounding areas coming to Calgary to support us at the show. It really meant a lot seeing some familiar faces on the road. We packed up and went to Gerry's diner to listen to Freebird and eat breakfast at 2 am. After a lengthy goodbye to our Edmonton counterparts, we made our way to Kathleen's house to engage in showers, a Cozmo quiz and yet another fever like- sleep state. The question "am I alive?" keeps repeating in my subconscious.
I lay sweating my remaining water into the floorboards as I listen to Patrice O'Neil yelling for hours.
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