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I woke up feeling really, really sick. Not "sick" as in "cool", like the way the hiphop kids say it,
but sick as in crappy. Sadly, this was not due to the traditional extensive New Year's Eve drinking,
but instead due to the very non-rock-n'-roll method of walking through a cloud of virii, probably floating
above a subway platform somewhere.
The show, however, must go on, I'm told. So I pumped myself full of vitamin C and echinacea and all
that sort of crap and headed off to St. Catharines with my three noisy friends.
Yes, that's right: St. Catharines. Birthplace of Neil Peart. (Yeah, I know... technically
he's from Port Dalhousie, but hey. Close enough.)
So anyway... Red Square is a really cool club with a nice, wide stage. And a swimming pool.
Well... a former swimming pool.
I thought we played pretty well, with the exception of a few technical glitches I had with my rig. Starting
with me attempting to change guitars in a hurry while forgetting that I was wearing in-ear monitors. Thus
causing the guitar strap to catch the aforementioned monitors and pull them right out of the aforementioned
ears. From there it was an almost Faulty-Towers-esque comedy of errors. Too bad I had to play Basil.
Overall, though, it was a pretty good show. The other bands were excellent, and Defence Mechanism
even provided a wicked pyrotechnic display involving an army helmet and a pack of Black Cats. Kickass.
Thanks to Rev. Fester for inviting us to play. Thanks also to Steve's friend Bryan for roadie-ification and to
the Toronto posse who made the trek all the way there to see us. Especially Jeff, who actually took a bus.
Now that's dedication.
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