Somewhere Up North...

[Little Miss Risk]

Our show in Ottawa last night was remarkable; the number of highly attractive people who made it out to our show made it wonderful. I know Quebec doesn't put fluoride in the water, but I think Ottawa must put a hotness additive in their drinking water. I find this kind of funny considering that Quebec seems to be obsessed with sugar and maple syrup - I even saw a feminine hygiene products that came in that scent. Weird.

We are en route to Thunder Bay. This is the farthest north I've been on tour with the band and I'm finding strange little cultural pockets here in Northern Ontario that are very Canada-ccentric. We're in a small town that's about six hours away from Thunder Bay who's name I can't pronounce, let alone spell. BJB managed to hit up the McDonald's moments before it closed up shop for the night at 10:30PM, which proves again his impeccable timing. It looks like Lapp-land outside: there's snow on the ground and the Northern Lights are visible. It's been a long-dormant fear of mine, the Northern Lights. I think someone either read to me a story as a child that painted them in a evil light and I've been suspicious of them to this day. The way they move around all silent and eerie and can appear to come out of the sky and fly at you... That puts them right up there with monkeys in my books.

Our hotel room is a museum piece; brown wall-to-wall carpet, wood panelling, and brown-and-tan tiles in the bathroom. It's as if the seventies (or early eighties) stopped here in this room. So in our cozy little time-warp, we're girding our loins for our final push north tomorrow morning to Thunder Bay. After which we're heading west towards all things of comfort - warmer autumn weather, no snow and thankfully, light pollution.

Little Miss Risk