A Silver Fox, A
New Old Suit,
A Walk on The Moon and a Video Shoot |
| Highlights
from The Warped 45s first East Coast Tour
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| By:
Dave McEathron |
From Toronto To P.E.I.
Through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia
and back through P.Q and The Ottawa Valley
The Warped 45s' convoy rolls.
I am Dave McEathron. I along with my cousin Ryan Wayne McEathron
are the
2 principle songwriters in The Warped45s. We are a tight-knit,
loose-lipped, roots rock and roll outfit
with a heavy emphasis on harmonies and a wide pallet of influences.
This was our first tour and we took
3 vehicles to 10 shows, from Charlottetown PEI to Whitney Ontario
plus a video shoot in Montreal,
in 12 days In mid July
We brought the sunshine east and for that the people are thankful.
It has been by all accounts
a wet cold summer so far and now that the weather is warm and
dry the people are out and friendly.
Unbelievably friendly. We are camped just outside of Charlottetown
on a bay of the ocean. We play
@ Baba’s lounge and they are receptive but dare I say
that there were higher highlights. I found my
dream suit. A 3 -piece, Tan corduroy suit that I don’t
think had ever been worn. I proceeded to wear
it for a further 5 days but that is another story. This was
love. Thank you to The Green Man vintage
store for my suit, Ryan’s leather jacket and Hewie’s
(Our Keyboardist /Vocalist /Mandolinist/Banjoist/
Guitarist- Kevin Hewitt) great shirt. I was wearing my suit
after the show and preparing to relieve
myself on a nearby tree. With a full moon overhead and a salty
breeze blowing I thought I saw a
dog loping towards me. I commented to our road manager Dan how
strange it was that someone
would let their dog run around at 4 am and the thing changed
directions and wove its way through
our 3 tents. My first time in PEI as an adult and I see a silver
fox. I take this as a good omen to
add to our dashboard charms of a crow made from corn silk and
a skull and cross bones with a
Tools Rule Banner bestowed by a friend for our journey.
New Brunswick is all century farms rolling hills and crazy tides.
After a great night in St Andrews
at the Red Herring pub and a great sleep in the supposedly haunted
Salty towers ( I think our Drummer /vocalist Hamal Finn Roye
slept in the haunted room) we are off to Alma. Alma is the little
town on the edge of Fundy National park and home of the highest
tides in the world. We are nearing the end of our first week
and
though a little less than clean and rested I think we all feel
like we could do this for the rest of our lives
The CBC radio 2 has been playing Radio Sky and promoting our
shows and this is bringing some
people out. (Thanks Tom Allen and Shift) .In Alma we play near
the shore. At Least there is a shore there
when we start but by the time we finish around 9pm the shore
is gone. We are told that it is 1 and a half
Km away. A couple of local Kayak guides offer to take us out
at low tide to prove their claims. It is
Foggy and Salty damp. We wander out with only the few harbour
lights and the occasional camera flash to
see by. It is like walking on the surface of the moon (I imagine
anyways) the fog coming in is dampening
the sound and there are huge ripples of sand mushy underfoot
the odd puddle and empty quahog shell.
We walk for 20 minutes and finally hear the roar of the surf
again. We have a quick drink but we can’t
dally because when the tides change they turn fast and can leave
you cut off from the land .The harbour
light is a distant dot and we are told that only 6 hours before
we would have been walking 30
feet under water.
We are off to Halifax tomorrow but we plan a stop at the Flowerpots
Park on the way.
In Halifax we play the Foggy Goggles pub. It ‘s a good
show but after a crash at our cousin Adam’s
there is a little sadness. We will be leaving the Maritimes.
Our New Album Is called 10 Day Poem
For Saskatchewan. It’s from a poem by David Seymour. He
is a talented friend and he writes in that song.”
Why Do I feel Lonesome? ‘Cause a cow’s breath smells
like a Maritime wind”. I feel those lyrics like
never before.
We have a 14-hour drive to Montreal tomorrow. Director Vincent
Scotti and his team are shooting a video for Radio Sky and we
are set to do our performance part of the video the next day.
Call-time is noon. Alex Needleman our bassist guides his 1994
Chevy into the parking lot. Unfortunately we can’t get
a hotel room
on the main floor with the van so Dan volunteers to sleep with
the gear.
We pull up to an old warehouse in north Montreal near the airport
. They are still building the lighting
and laying the track for the moving camera so we get breakfast
and have a conference call with our manager
Tina Cooper. The artwork featuring a painting by our friend
Iner Souster has to be finalized before we get
back and the record contract with Pheromone recordings is still
being negotiated. Vincent is testing his
HD Red camera and I go to freshen up. |
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