The show was alright...and at some point of the day I declared that I think Nick Cave "sounds like an angry goth pirate in a Doors cover band"....I'm probably wrong...but the real highlight was the following morning...the morning of March 15th. Paul (our friend and fill-in tour manager) and I woke up to a phone call saying "there's a van in the parking lot with a smashed window, it might be yours". Then Paul said "it might not be ours".....and I said.."oh, it's definitely ours". Surely enough it was ours. First off, it was absolutely stunning how cold it was outside....this threw some salt in the wounds....and we're all tired/hung over...and they smashed both front windows...not one, hit unlock, then open the other door.....both windows!! anyways, the thieves threw every single thing we had in the van all over the place....food was out of wrappers, shit was all around the car....it looked like they spent the entire night looking through everything. We lost all our guitars, cymbals, etc. everything that was small enough to carry. Ryan and Brad were in a different room from Paul and I, so I had to let them know. I woke them up, they came downstairs....shitty way to wake up. Brad had some serious sentimental attatchment to his main guitar, so, in anger or sadness, or both, he just walked away to clear his head. Which left Paul, Ryan and I to take a freezing, window free drive to the wreckers in the area to find new/used windows....and what a strange, angry world, the world of auto wreckers can be. We found one wrecker window and had to pay sixteen million dollars for the other one new. Got them replaced and done. Had a shower, watched Super Troopers, then continued on the road to Calgary. -Adam.
