I have nothing interesting to say, but I'm watching Chewed Up again and drinking this leftover bagged wine at my old man's new house, and everything is weird and I feel like these new glasses make me look like a completely different person.  In other words, I have no real problems, I'm just being a whiny bitch because I'm in Grand Bay and nothing about it is interesting.  All these fucking vinyl siding fucking houses and they're disgusting.  But I don't mean to be so negative.

On the upswing my old man's house is pretty awesome, in a way.  It's weird that this has happened, but actually it's completely normal and makes all the sense in the world, it was a reasonable decision and I identify with it entirely.  But the thing about this place is that it is completely Saint John.  It has that Saint John stale cigarette smell, the assorted old furniture look and feel and smell, and there's bologna in the fridge and coolaid, and basically it's this little piece of north end SJ tucked into the main strip of fucking Grand Bay.  It's very suiting.  I feel very normal here, because it could easily be mistaken for any apartment I've lived in, except for the huge picture of BIG smoking a blunt.

I sold my VOX today.  It's just a practice amp but it's got tubes in it and it has a lot of different functions and capabilities and I'm sad now to have lost it.  I needed to because I desperately need to go to Halifax.  That is a lie actually, but I should go to Halifax and find some work and go in the studio n all that.  But it's funny I haven't used that amp in a ridiculously long time and I didn't care about it at all until it was sitting on the counter at Digital World today and I remembered the good times.

The thing is, the first proper physically released album I ever made, Sam Hill, all the electric tone on it came from that little amp, which I bought at a pawn shop around the corner from the apartment where I lived with a girl that I loved.  Someone elegantly pointed out to me recently that I am a sap and she is correct.  I missed the amp immediately, because it came into my life at a time that I needed it and it was perfect for what I needed it for.  But maybe it's duty was to help create a good next portion of my life.  Or maybe I should stop being a dink and let it go, it's just a fucking amp and I really don't need it anymore.

That's life though.  Now back to my shitty wine and hangin with the ol guy.

Fall is here, pass the beer.

Once again it's been an absurd amount of time since I last posted on this blog, but gee whiz I love that I can still come on here ever once in a while and find a little masturbatory portrait of some small slice of my life I've half-forgotten.  I'm home again and things are very different.  The folks are split, the weather is cold, and I am tired and drinkin too much.

For now I have the house to myself for a few days and enough terrible wine to do me.  And today I got a fresh pack of smokes so it can't be all bad now can it?

The Affordable Art tour is over, and it's hard to call it a success but it's impossible to call it a failure.  We came back with nothing, granted, but we sold a lot of cd's, met some great people and saw some places we hadn't seen.  Quebec was generally awesome and exciting and fun and it's hard to imagine now why I don't live there.  Beautiful women and hospitable french people abound, and people actual appreciate our craft, as opposed to everywhere else I've played where far too often you are treated like a fucking hobbyist.  Don't mean to be a negative nelly but if you're involved in the business I'm sure you've been reading articles about all the terrible mistakes venues are making these days.

Ontario fucked us completely, but we had a great time in Guelph, Belfountain and Peterborough.  Had some shows cancel on us so we didn't get to play a few towns that I wanted to visit.  Nonetheless, I'm glad we went, I'm glad we went camping in rural Kingston and got hammered by a weak fire and tried to climb a tree between texts to a woman that don't want me.

Trask churned out quite a few good tunes during the tour, and I clocked a few myself.  Car full of girl problems for two months probly isn't the healthiest thing, but it ended and we're safe and sound in the maritimes.  Did another few Precious Memories shows that were a great deal of fun, and whilst in Halifax I did some recording with Adam Mowery on that magic 4-track of his, got Garrett Mason and Marc Doucet to play on it.  Hoping to get Rheo and Hallett on that shit next week.

Gotta find some work for fuck sake, figure out a girl thing hopefully.  Right now I'm listening to old tapes and getting a lil tipsy.  Man I used to fucking suck at singing, I hope that's not still the case.