So
this is where the adventures of Grayline begin... 16 days, 13 shows, 4
guys, 4 provinces and 1 van. So how did this all start? Early
2001 at band practice we were tossing around the idea of a 2 week tour.
I insisted on us going out east to the Maritimes and everyone seemed to
agree this would be a cool thing to do. Something in me made it feel
like it would never happen, but we all booked our holidays and as we showed
up for practice on our regular Tuesday and Thursday night sessions, Pete
kept telling us about shows that he had been booking for our tour.
Oh this thing was happening alright and we were totally excited to get
it going. I wasn't sure of what to expect or how I would handle the
rock 'n' roll lifestyle on the road for two weeks so I figured that the
best way to maintain my sanity was to chronicle our journey, so here it
is... buckle your seat belt folks -- but only when there's a cop behind
us!! This is Grayline's Road Rash Menage A Tour!!!
Just
a hair past noon on Friday July 6 and I'm trying to get as much work done
as possible before my holiday begins. The phone rings and it is Pete.
He is sounding as busy as fuck at this point, "Hey Nicky, I got a little
project for ya. I need you to go and get a CAA membership"
My immediate thoughts are the 4 of us sitting on the shoulder of a highway
in the middle of Buttfuck Nowhere in 34 degree celsius heat waiting for
a tow truck. I quickly shake out my negative thoughts and tell Pete
to consider it done. I decide to get the Plus membership because,
well my little vision felt all too real. 5 o'clock rolls around and
all my stuff is packed and ready to go. My mom is reminding me in
the maternal way that only she can, to make sure we don't drink and drive/
do drugs and drive/ pick up hitch-hikers/ and make sure I take my insulin
when I'm supposed to... Ding Dong - thank god, it's Pete just in time to
stop mom before a breakdown. I'm curious as to Darren's whereabouts
and Pete informs me that he is waiting for us in Ingersoll. I load
my stuff in and we are ready to go. As we are pulling out of the
driveway I suddenly notice that the back door of the van is wide open!
My thoughts consume me. I can just picture all of the equipment falling
out on to the road and having some SUV running it over, next Pete strangles
me and starts beating on the driver of the SUV and... shake it off Nick!
I let Pete know about the door so we take care of it quickly and we are
off to Ingersoll. No worries I think to myself, tonight will be smooth.
We hit Darren's parents at 6:00 and figure we should make good time.
He has 2 video cameras with him and Pete's makes 3. I'm thinking
that everything that goes down will be on video... so what is my best camera
angle? We stop to get Randy and he is just finishing off a brew and
ready to go. We are doing fine for time and just need a quick stop
at Pete's and then we should be Toronto bound. Pete runs into his place
to get some things done as we load up the van. I notice, or fail
to notice the floor board for my amp.
"Pete says to send the greek boy in for some food" Darren yells as
he walks towards Randy and I at the van. I head to the house and
ask Pete if he remembers packing the floorboard as I didn't see it in the
van. "Uhh... you'd better ask Darren since he made the last check".
Well Darren calls his place and sure enough we left it in London.
His roomate - The Wopafarrian - didn't have enough gas to drive it out
to us, so it was 40 minutes back to London.
We
dropped Randy and Darren off at Zellers to grab some video tapes and Pete
and I headed for the floorboard. I ran down the stairs at Darren's place
and see the item in question lying right in the middle of the empty floor.
His roomate Jim is crashed out on the couch. As if it were in slow motion,
his eyes open just slightly, he manages a quarter smile and very slowly
and methodically raises his hand in the Heavy Metal salute. I paused for
a moment and was truly amazed at this guy's ability to be completely unaffected
by any external environmental factors whatsoever. Oh well, now we've got
to fucking fly!
We're back
on the 401 and about 2 hours from Toronto when Darren pipes up, "Hey Pete,
did you put up the spare tire?"
"FUCK! We're
going back to my place," Pete responded and I am quite sure that is all
that he said for the next half hour until we got there. He seemed calm
but I could feel the inferno building up inside. With the spare tire freshly
attached we are back on the highway doing about 110 to 140 km/hr depending
on OPP sightings. Darren was sitting on the very corner of the back seat
just staring out of the window at the quickly retreating daytime.
"What are
you doing?" I asked.
"Chlorophyl...
it makes everything so damn green," he responds. HUH?!! I had only known
Darren for about a year and a half and really did not know him that well
at all. I wasn't really sure what made this guy tick and the chlorophyl
statement was not helping my cause. Grayline is the first real band that
he has played in. He had jammed with other people in the past but this
was his first real taste of a band. At his first few shows he was really
nervous and looked like a tree that was planted on the stage, but he has
really loosened up since. He is a good bass player who listens to punk
rock and the Greatful Dead. Go figure that one out.
The one thing
this guy hates most is recording. It could be from Adolf (Pete) cracking
down on him -and me for that matter- when we just aren't playing right.
In the end it makes us play better and sound way tighter as a band, but
let's just say that Pete is not the most delicate guy with his words at
times. In the future I eventually see Darren sporting a big black "Ricky"
with a huge Ampeg rig when he graces the Grayline stage of destruction.
As a result
of our previous delays, quick phone call is made to let the bar know we
"ran into some traffic", and we are flying down the highway. We did finally
arrive onto Spadina with the delay of one wrong turn and witnessing an
accident scene. Tonight we were playing at Planet Kensington, in the heart
of the market. The Kensington Market is not only plagued with huge amounts
of garbage and the smell of dead fish on the streets, but also a lot of
one way streets. We get there at 10:30 right on the money. It felt a bit
like we were in Bangkok but with hardcore punks drinking on a tiny patio.
As we walked into Planet Kensington I figured this was the smallest planet
in the milky way. I had a hunch that this was going to be an interesting
show.
We were playing
with a band from Oshawa called Mr. Machete. Their singer Chris used to
live in Ingersoll, and him and Pete were friends from way back and hadn't
seen each other in years. The rest of the guys know him as well and there
is much excitement when they greet each other. After the introductions
with the boys from Mr. Machete had taken place, I noticed 2 things about
them. Firstly, they were all really nice guys, and secondly, these boys
liked to drink. We set up the "stage" which was about the width of the
van. The bar was occupied by us, the Machete boys, and a few stragglers
that were there for the beer. Mr.Mafuckingchete started playing and they
instantly rocked! Chris, their lead singer and guitar player, was rocking
out as if they were playing to a crowd of thousands - he had about 18 in
the crowd that night but we all loved it. They broke out Iron Maiden's
Trooper and tried to get Pete to sing but he claimed he didn't know the
words. They closed off their set but not before doing the classic Scorpions
rock pyramid... a move far too classy for us not to steal!!!
We got set
up and our set list plan was to just go with what we felt. And oh yes my
friends, Dirty Deeds was the opener, and the crowd of now 12 was loving
it!! We were rocking out pretty hard but I was cautious of the downward
stair case just to the left of Darren. I didn't need a trip to the hospital
tonight. E-Retro was next on the hit list and the rock was pounding hard
as I noticed 2 fine young officers from the prestigious Toronto police
department in attendance. They didn't seem to be into us very much. The
bartender brought a sign up to us that read "they want it LOWER". We made
it look like we turned down the volume and continued on with our rock assult.
Next thing I know, one of the cops is on stage having a friendly conversation
with Randy.
"You're gonna
have to turn it way down!" he ordered.
"Okay dude,
but we can't really turn the drums down." Randy cracked back.
"Well fine,
but turn your guitars down...NOW!" snapped the cop. Somebody get this man
a jelly, he's going into withdrawl!!
"Fine dude,"
Randy argued, pointing at his amp. "There's the knob, YOU turn it down
to what you feel is an acceptable volume."
"Listen,
I'm not touching you amp," Porky Pig rants on. "I don't really want to
be here so either you turn down, or we are shutting the bar down for the
night."
We actually
did turn down this time and broke out into Giv'er. In the middle of the
song, Steve Goof, the bar owner came up and turned off the PA. As he did
so, he looked into the video camera and snarled "FUCKING COPS!". So our
first show of the tour was shut down after 3 songs by the Cops. Now that
is PUNK FUCKING ROCK! You'd think that we would all be pissed off at this
point but I felt it was the perfect end to our first show.
We headed
off with the Machete boys to Oshawa to try and hit last call at a nudey
bar. We never made it to our intended destination but drove right by accident
scene number two for the day. They handed me the video camera and as we
drove by I saw a still body bleeding face down on the concrete. I got a
bit dizzy and put the camera down and, of course, got no footage at all.
The boys were disappointed but forgave me none the less.
We pulled
into a parking lot to let Brent, the Machete drummer out. Randy and Darren
got out of the van to have a smoke as Dent, the bass player came up to
the van window to chat with me and Pete. As soon as he opened his mouth,
this gust of a boozy scent came swooping at us. This dude was completely
hammered. He was saying something about funky names and rocking but neither
Pete nor I could figure out what he was trying to say. After a few minutes
of interesting, yet completely uncomprehendable conversation, he walked
away. We looked at each other, shrugged and got a quick chuckle, which
made us both look forward to our show in Oshawa the next night. Chris kindly
let us stay with him in Port Perry.
Chris has
a really nice two bedroom apartment with 2 cats. This worried me as I am
allergic but he scored me 2 Sinutabs to look after it, what a host! Also,
to keep the cats at their distance he put me in his daughters bedroom.
There were 2 huge Britney Spears posters and little dolls and stuffed toys
all over the little bed. I took the bed and Pete snagged the floor. Randy
and Darren decided to cuddle on the pullout couch since neither had a blanket.
When they opened the couch up a treasure of jellybeans, cookie crumbs,
clothing and a few cents came pouring out on to the floor. I guess this
got the giggles started and everytime one of them would move, more goodies
would spill out onto the floor. Pete and I briefly discussed our first
show and thought it wans't bad sice we got $25 which worked out to $7 per
song. I quickly fell asleep and the first night of our tour was over and
I was still alive!!!
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