I’m amazed at how well-rested we all were this morning, despite all packing together onto one wobbly, possibly-leaking air mattress. Matt insists that I somehow switched places with Mark, on the other side of the bed, overnight, but that’s wishful thinking. He’s just disappointed that Mark made such a lackluster big spoon.
We ate breakfast at a nice little diner in town, featuring the surest way to a traveling Fall’s heart: steak and eggs under ten dollars. We needed all the fuel we could get for this afternoon’s drive into Montreal; a journey that required us to abandon most of our instruments Stateside, as well as many of our sandwich fixins (the Canadian border guards turned out to be much less interested in halting unpermited American musicians than they were in stamping out hoof and mouth disease). The plan is to find more instruments and amps in town before our show tomorrow night, at a perfectly divey hole in the wall called the Barfly. We discovered this afternoon that no other bands were booked for the show after all, despite the booker’s assurances to the contrary, which may yet make assembling a backline a little harder. Ben’s got a friend in town who claims to have gear for us, but we haven’t yet heard from him since arriving, and without international roaming our formerly-“smart” phones have become sleek, metallic candy bars for the time being. At least the employees of MOOG Music near McGill seemed to dig our “Sunday Nights” video when we showed it to them, even though they aren’t able to rent us gear.
I don’t mind the uncertainty, though: we’ve played great shows on shorter notice and with fewer guarantees than this one before, and no matter what we’ll have another story from the road. We’re going to check out the Barfly later tonight, and hopefully find some better poutine than the Pizza Pizza down the street from our hotel could offer. I hear the Montreal nightlife is a lot less oxymoronic than Boston’s, too - maybe it’s not too much to think tomorrow might be our best-attended show yet?
Probably not. But a band can dream, can’t we?