July 14th, 2010
John’s life long dream of hoisting up the Stanley Cup was realized when Blackhawk’s alternate captain Patrick Sharpe dropped by our gig in Thunder Bay, Ontario.
It was a great treat given that the border made us wait seven f***ing hours needlessly before letting us in the country. They did, however, have time enough to break a xerox machine, laugh about it, use flashlights inside the office, laugh about that, walk slowly to the other side of the room, walk slowly back, organize the walkie talkies, deny access to a band playing at the festival, heat up what looked like microwave pizza, laugh with a canadian accent at a joke about their uniforms, search kayak.com for a fishing vacation (I saw this in the mirror behind the dutifully preoccupied clerk with hair plugs desk), proceed to adjust his nut sack behind the desk where I could still see him in the mirror, search kayak.com for a cruise ship vacation, heat up another microwave pizza (i think this one had pepperoni on it), deny Tab Benoit’s band access to the country (who by the way is one mother f***er of a guitar player), talk to our tour manager condescendingly, make a sandwich, copy some things on the broke xerox, go to the bathroom for what I gauge as much longer than ample pee time, laugh at a band member sleeping in a chair, walk slowly to the back office, talk to us like criminals, deny us access and wish us a “good day eh.”
The Good (again):
That experience aside we had a great time playing the Thunder Bay Blues Festival. Everyone involved in the production of this event was beyond courteous and professional and very much sympathized with our ordeal. All the bands seriously rocked and we got to play to an unbelievable crowd.13 comments