the day of my last tour gig arrived and I was oh-so-pleased to find that my voice was intact (after having had a wee martini spree the night before)... and so away to Pictou County we drove.
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| Pictou - Hector Ship Museum |
it was a fuckin' bonnie day at Pictou Marina, and the lovely (and dashingly handsome) Gavin, was there to help set up the PA for me.
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| the lovely Gavin |
it was just lovely until the wind blew the pulp mill smog from waaaay over the other side of the harbour right into my face. every time I took a breath for a big note I got a wallop of it and nearly gagged. the poor town, having that hideous beast over the harbour from it. evil industry!
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| Replica of the Tall Ship, Hector |
I finished 20 minutes early as a result, which I felt bad about, until I realized how scratchy my throat was and how much of a headache I had. Pictou, I love you, but did you have to poison me?! ;-)
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| my name on the marina schedule... |
I had booked mum and I into Pictou Lodge, a beautiful spot by the bay... which used to be a hi-de-hi kinda holiday joint, and still has wee notes of it here and there, but has been upgraded and there are no loudspeakers that bellow 'hi-de-hi campers' at 8am. thank fuck.
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| view from the stage at Pictou Marina |
so we got drunk in the lodge house and passed out from pulp poisoning... and maybe vodka.
dig it, Canada - you are all nice n' shit, and then you poison me on my way out ;-) haha, naw, I forgive ya ;-)
perpetually yours, O.
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