Digger's Diary
Van Gogh's Ears
Guelph, Ontario
Sunday, October 11, 1998

Guelph is a funny town. A medium-sized city with a .small-town mentality. A very rural, unsophisticated backwater whose only claim to fame is the best damn veterinary college in Canada, if not the world. Good to know if you're a dog.

My boss Nash looks forward to reading T. Sher Singh's articles in the Toronto Star. Mr. Singh is a lawyer from Guelph.

My boss Nash has rarely played here in twenty years of gigging, and it's only an hour's drive from Toronto. Usually, he would play the local rock and roll venue, but this time he wanted something different. He found it in Van Gogh's Ear.

The club is situated in the heart of downtown Guelph. When it came time to give me a little fresh air, we had to walk four blocks up a hill to the local church before I could find some grass to take a dump on. So ya stoop, ya scoops now where do ya put it? Some towns just don't have enough handy garbage cans. I digress.
Only 37 people paid $4 to see and hear the show but they loved it. Due to confusion over set times and door times, the first set was dropped from the performance. Nash performed Bombardiers and the final 40 minute set of Nash Thrash and it was all very well received. Nash played In-A-Gadda-Da-Nash for the encore.

The entire third floor was my dressing room, with private washrooms and a couch to curl up on. Speaking of which, this place had more couches than a BadBoy's showroom. I was in heaven. Just to make him feel guilty, while Nash was setting up, I lay on the cold tile floor right in front of him, surrounded by all these comfy sofas and chairs. As a dog, I prefer cool to comfy any day.

There is something to be said for digging for bones in your own backyard. There are many cities in southern Ontario that have been bitten by the Nash Bug, but Guelph was never one of them. Judging by this small crowd's reaction, the germ has been sown in Guelph. And I found a special place to take a dump.

Digger