Journal: September 18, 2002
September 18, 2002
Fredericton, NB
By Rob C.
We are at the University of New Brunswick trying to find our venue, "The Cellar", when Chris spots the hippest dude we've encountered in our Maritimes tour. He's 1979 all the way to rugby practice - skate tucked under his arm, yellow T, retro blue athletic shorts, feathered Grad '79, shoulder-length scruff and THE MOST exsquisite Burt Reynolds 'stache' topping off the package.
"You wanna get in and show us where the Cellar is?" asks Nick.
His name turns out to be Lee and without skipping a beat, as if he's somehow predestined to guide us, in fact, "trusting us like he trusts in God" as Nick puts it, Lee nonchalantly jumps in next to Tegan in the back seat, introduces himself and graciously directs us to our venue, then jumps out and skates off down the hill to rugby practice.
"Dude for sure gets laid more than anyone on campus", Nick matter-of-factly proclaims.
The show was sold-out hours in advance - packed full of eager, drunk, sweaty university students needing to rock. It's safe to say we delivered. I've been drumming with T&S since November 2001 - and we really have only been rehearsing as a full unit since Chris joined in June 2002 - but tonight felt like we were settling into a pocket with each other. Chris actually got his head bobbing all rock style, Tegan sang like she was exorsising some demons and Sara came out of leftfield, once again, with blasphemous between song banter and Fredericton ate it up - (if you know anyone in Fredericton that went to the show you can ask them what Sara said, I unfortunately am not allowed to elaborate.) Oh yeah, and as usual I laid it down hard and tight.
-Rob