At The Oldfolks Home: Adventure team

After weeks of holding back, the guys decide its time for Cody to reveil his massive left hand.

JK. That's only a camera trick, and an unplanned one at that. This image was taken in Kelowna after our show at Fernando's. With no place to stay, I called upon the audience for some help. Our new friend Mariah answered the call. We weren't really that tired after the show so Mariah took us on a little walk to the water. Before we left we stocked up on beverages and smokeables, and then this picture was taken. No one had really started drinking yet.

I guess this is what happens when we feel well rested and looked after. We left Vancouver feeling like we had had a little vacation even though we weren't there for too long. The combination of being back in Canada, being among close friends, playing a great show, and sleeping really helped me feel level headed again. It all started with that hug from Garland.

I'm sitting at my cousin's place just outside of Calgary right now and I have developed a deep love for her new dog, Yoshi. I don't normally like small dogs, but he is well mannered and cute as fuck. Hmmmmm, that's about as much as I want to write today. I need to go pump the water from the lawn or it might seep into the basement. And the day is getting away from me because I slept like a little baby child in the darkest room in the house on the most comfortable of beds. I want to pump the water, then do some running.

PICTURES WILL TELL THE STORIES.

MING and Cody wait while I get a coffee.

A crows nest. I later found out that it was an art installation. The crows had a nest, then someone claimed it as their art.

First time I swam outside this year and it was in an ocean. My fav ocean - the Pacific.

While Cody, Mind and I were at the beach, Karl and Brennan were hanging with their bud. Here are some pictures from that adventure.

I just saw this picture, and it makes me wish I had instagram.

Brennan noticed this bike outside of Ming's place. Cool move, Vancouver.

After our show we went to Guilt & Co. to have a drink. My bud Nic works there and he made us his signature drink, the Margaret Thatcher. It's a blueberry whiskey sour and it was amazing. I also ran into my friend Rococode there too! Small world.

Here is the drink with it's maker in the background.

YOLO Repair. Enough said.

The last day in Vancouver on our walk back from breakfast and shopping.

This is The Backhomes. Check them out because there are awesome. We played with them in Kelowna.

And this is Jay Arner. You should check him out too because his show was phenomenal.

Here is a picture of me looking like an animal in a tree.

He achieved the light in this picture by shining our phones lights at each other. It work as well as it could with an iphone taking the image.

The moon was huge that night. It looked much better in person.

Classic Ricardo foot shot.

After we had drank/smoked all of our goods and after we had evade capture by the beach police, we got into some conversation about something so interesting. As soon as we saw this, we all forgot what we were talking about.

The drive yesterday from Kelowna to Calgary was wet and dark, but it covered the mountains in cloud and fog.

That's Yoshi and Bear. I'm going to get the yard cleaned up now and then go play with them some more.

Have a good day, everyone.

This is friendship cat. It blesses us with acts of kindness from strangers.

I'm writing to you from Pittsburgh. I'm writing to you from the kitchen table belonging to Kayse and Chuck. They have gone to work (although Kayse might come back due to an unexpected hangover) and their friend, Abby, is making us some breakfast. We played at an artspace called Garfield Artworks and they were at the show when I asked if anyone knew of a place we could crash for the night. The kindness of strangers has been a running theme on this trip, and the last two nights have been exploding with it.

After our show in New Jersey the other guys went to this place down the road that served 3$ pints. With every pint came a free pizza. And not a slice of pizza, not a shitty pizza, but a good sized awesome pizza. I didn't have the pleasure, but the others were really impressed. I got to the spot in time for a beer and Cook (soon to be pictured) had already drowned the others in booze and friends. Apparently he spent most of the night attracting attention to the Canadians and they became the hub of the activity with a table right by the entrance and free rounds upon rounds. When I got there I couldn't believe the state of joy in their eyes. Or maybe it was the beer and pizza. It was probably both. We had another round, on Cook, when I got there. I've been drinking more on this trip and I feel guilty about it. I never made a promise to myself not to drink, but I suppose I feel like I'm letting myself down in some way for indulging. I'm haven't quite formulated where these feelings come from, but I know their tied to how my relationship to sex has developed and my history with it when I've toured before. The baby thought is there growing, but it needs more time. I will give it that time.

We departed for Cook's place. We got to Cook's place and it was the American Dream. You'll see the pictures. Cook refinishes classic Victorian homes and his home is no different. You'll soon see some pictures. He fed us some apple liqueur, played us some music he had recorded in his studio and we talked for a little more. Sleep was instant for me.

When we woke up, Cook was gone! Nowhere to be found. I left him a note, took a few more pictures and we continued to our next destination. Pittsburgh. Last night we competed with a playoff game (they lost), Metric and Ariel Pink, but we still managed to have a few people out at the show. That's where we meet the lovely people who are looking after us now. About 2/3rds of the way through our set, Kayse came up to the stage and told me that she could put us up, but that they were leaving. The crowd at this point was her, Chuck, Abby and some of their friends so if they left we would be playing to no one. We decided to pack up head over to meet them at Brillobox where they went to finish watching the game. This bar has a set of branches hanging above the bar that they change depending on the season, which is the coolest idea. Abby immediately offered to buy us drinks and we accepted. This became the beginning of a longer night then any of us were expecting. Another round at the bar and some serious hangouts at their place turned into a late bedtime. Everyone had an awesome time. The kindness of strangers.

So this morning we are showered and fed and spirits are high. I would say better then they have ever been on this trip so far.

Cook is the gentlemen to the right of me. Master of New Jersey.

This is Suhay, although I don't think I have the spelling of her name right. She didn't believe we were a band, so I directed her to the Garland video. This is her impressed face.

Cook's place was filled with history. This is a 60's Danelectro which I feel in love with right away. His friend used to built them.

An old Danelectro amp. Super cool.

His dining room by nights. LOOK AT THIS PLACE.

Down in Cook's basement have some more fun.

The dining room by day.

I want this light fixture.

His front view.

His front yard.

His back yard.

Transport to Pittsburgh.

Eating some Pho and getting healthy.

Look at these cool guys. I almost photoshopped the fading spots in my shorts, but I wanted to go #nofilter. You should know me for who I am! They're patched, and they're awesome. I wear them everyday.