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Second Tour Of 2009 - Tour Diary #1
I'm gonna keep this as brief as Slut can brief things...

Tour kickoff show was fucking amazing. We fucking packed the place to the teeth and fucking killed it. Bone Daddies are better than ever, and Furios were fun as per usual!

Day two, in Kelowna, also fucking insane. Packed that place too.

Both of these nights, the first two shows in a two-and-a-half-week-excurs..ion, we injured more people with our music than we ever have during our entire time being musicians.

The wounds we saw on our friends... My fucking God... Stitches and broken bones on day one... And day two, the most horrendous thing happened...

There wasn't enough room in the van to pack my backup bass that morning. My exact words were "Pfft! I won't need it... This beast is a Fender! It's new! It won't have any troubles."

We eat pasta made by Tour Mom. We watch FYD play. The fucking ROCK! It's like NOFX and Propaghandi, but from Montreal! We watch Dicnar play. Fucking fun! I get bitched out by some ginger dude in Hippie Critz because we don't wanna play last. Fuck 'em. One of the dudes in Hippie Critz, named Mr. Awesome is a drunken, bumbling fool. Fucking nice guy when he was sober earlier on... But when the booze was in him and the music was around him, he became the reason why all punk rockers wish anarchy came with a dental plan. The big fuck did about 8 face plants into my mic alone, and only Andrew knows how many he took as well... But there was one, flying, full-speed head dive that broke something that I need more than anything...

My heart. My baby.

My bass.

With his fucking HEAD he SHATTERED a decent sized chunk of my fret board (around the 12th fret). He didn't have anything on his head! No metal! No hard materials! HIS FUCKING HEAD! He was unconscious, and my bass was covered in his blood (which I'm keeping, as a fucking trophy)... And normally, I'd kill the fucker, but something about a room full of people screaming and dancing really sways your actions. I couldn't STOP. And I couldn't fucking kill someone who was just into my music and too drunk. I mean, my baby was hurt. To the point that she left wounds on me. I didn't have a backup. All I had was duct-tape... In the heat of a show, I cannot describe the feeling. The amount of adrenaline in me very quickly assisted in dealing with worry.

"Is she still playable?"
"How extensive is the damage?"
"Is this repairable?"
"Where the fuck is the nearest Long & McQuade?"
"Is there a spare in the house?"

The scariest part was not knowing how bad my bass was... If she'd make it for the rest of the tour or not... If I keep playing, it might wreck it worse...

I did the best I could with a roll of dollar store duct tape. And killed the rest of the fucking show.

Sorry James and Alaina about the stitches you'll need. Sorry Kayla for the broken hand. Sorry my bass for Mr. Awesome's face. Sorry everyone else for the bruises and hangovers.

We're staying in Kelowna for a couple days. To promote our Penticton show on the 22nd. To busk. To crash open-mics in the area. We're staying with Tour Mom. This whole family is full of the most sincere, loving, caring, helpful and fucking genuine people you've ever met. The amount of help they've all provided for my family and I (meaning band and, well, actual family), is insane. People like this are the reason young and ambitious acts such as ourselves have a fucking shot. A soft spot to sleep on, rides, food, Sailor Jerry's Rum, information, and most of all, love.

To Lori Merit and the fucking KICKASS family she raised and the AWESOME friends she has: We fucking love you for everything you've done for us, and we'll never forget you.

...And we're just getting started.

To Dicnar and FYD a fucking PLEASURE to meet you all! Seriously! We look forward to rocking with you in the future.

Much love.

- Slut

P.S. - Babysitting your drunk dad when he comes to visit a show on tour, really sucks.