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A great room, a great audience. Very attentive. Perhaps too much. Both nights, over 100 in attendance but very light in CD sales. No Encore. They applauded throughout but ended with the show. Even the manager couldn't understand, Staff all agreed. The audience may have been overwhelmed. A definite return engagement. The Grad Club is situated on the ground floor of Middlesex College at The University of Western Ontario, in London, Ontario. The club is situated on a grassy hilltop that isolates it from the world below. Up on this hilltop is a patio, with picnic tables to accommodate a hundred people. This warm October evening, the patio was buzzing with intellectual dialogue spurred on by alcoholic consumption, so my boss deemed it necessary to keep me in the van for a while to be "security" over the equipment. Fat chance some drunken Grad Club patron is going to sprain his back trying to steal any of this stuff. Later that night, as I perused the terrain for possible dump sites, I came upon one of the local raccoons as it worked the parameters of the garbage cans. All I can say is that the little bastard took me by surprise or I would have ripped him into kibbles and bits in no time. I like two-nighters because I'm not totally bored hanging out and being "dressing room security". We get to relax the second day, and if time permits, we tear down the stage on the third day. Why drive home at night if you can drive in the day? The Saturday afternoon was a beautiful, bright fall day, so we went for a hike along the Thames River. I found this stick that was the best thing I'd had in my mouth all day, and I carried it down through the woods and onto the river bed. Everyone else tried to get it from me but I kept it until Nash threw it in the river for me, but it disappeared. One second it was in front of me, the next it was way downstream. Rivers bum me out. l like hanging out at gigs where Nash is happy. This was a very happy gig, and I got to leave my mark to higher learning on the grassy knoll. Digger |
