First Tour of 2016!

January 31, 2016

I left work early and ran as fast as I could to Value Village. Had about 5 minutes to find the ultimate costumes for the Chilliwack punk show. Wiped my wet work shoes and scuffed straight to the uniforms section. Fuck all. Buncha crap really, but there were a few reflective safety vests that looked pretty cool? Nah. I split and now had only 2 minutes left so I tore towards the dollar store across the street and yell-asked the nice lady if they had a 'stume section. "Just a few by the toys," she pointed. I prayed to the ceiling and skipped my slippery shoes over to aisle 6. And there, gleaming in the dim green storelight, was a cute stack of little boy's orange construction helmets for $1 each.

Safety is a very important part of any job. Please be safe tonight and tomorrow night or any other night that you go out into the wilderness alone. Thank you so much for being so safe. We didn't plan enough banter on the long drive across the country to Chilliwack. We were just too excited to be on our first real tour of 2016. The tour of the century, you guys! Hogan was so warm in the backseat that he had a lil nap and Shafe whispered spa sounds at him from behind the merch box. Steady Steve just focused on the long road ahead. Droppin' clicks on the dial, the kilometres rolled on. We stopped for sauce at the Eagle Landing Liquor Store. Everyone inside was screaming.

Man, what a dope punk scene they built themselves out there in the valley. It reminded me of old Dogwood or Poco shows, but way way better. Enthusiasm is a beautiful virtue, and that place smelled like success last night. If you are reading this, don't let the internet or spaceships or any wars stop your wicked local music scene. It is healthy to throw your body around while people make art. Very healthy. And even more so, it's fun to get loose and kick back with friends in a circle of smiles and screaming and sweat.

Alas, all great tours must come to an end. Way of the road. Our bodies numb from weeks of malnourishment, we started the long journey home. Took Steve about 25 minutes with the strong western wind. The merch box had less CDs and less shirts, always a good feeling. Got back to my bros place with our ears ringing, smiles swollen. Our massive cross-mainland tour was a great success. A reward was due, so we watched classic comedy shows and drank gallons of liquor and chewed pizza with our eyes closed and my bro made a very serious goal not to stay up later than 4am.

But we showed him, we showed him good, you guys.

-CWP

 

 

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