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Heads or Tails
Toronto, Ontario
Saturday, November 28, 1998

This is the only Rock bar Nash has played in the last year. It's a nice club as Rock and Roll goes, well-run with a friendly staff.

The set up is on the floor with no stage. This is not a problem as there is plenty of space and a large video screen on the rear wall. This is a good set up for Nash's video show as well as the slide projectors.

Dave, the house soundman, has his act together and solves the video problems as well. Nice work Dave. Thanks for the cables.

Nash decides to do two Nash Thrash sets.

There is no reason to do three sets as might be done in an arts cafe. These rock rooms are very predictable, and Nash can play the audience like a well-tuned fiddle.

My pal Diesel has asked me to keep track of the different sets Nash does every gig, so here goes. Tonight's sets are referred to as Sets Four and Five.

Set Four Set Five
1. We Will be the Leaders 1. Something Weird on my TV
2. Tension 2. Animal Magnetism
3. Guns and Sandwiches 3. Astronomy Domine
4. Vincent's Crows 4. Bump 'n' Grinder
5. In A Glass Eye 5. End of the Millennium
6. Shock Treatment 6. Children of the Night
7. Phasors on Stun 7. I'm a Canadian Band
8. Underground 8. In-A-Gadda-Da-Nash

The dressing room is a tiny washroom in the basement. Although barely adequate to contain a toilet and sink, it also has a shelf for the staff's toiletries on the wall to the left. As Nash looks in the mirror and wraps his bandages, the trajectory of his wrapping arm keeps wiping out the array of deodorants, combs and razors. Nash feels like he's on a train with Laurel and Hardy.

This gig was not dog-friendly. Due to the cramped quarters downstairs, as well as a party in the banquet room, I was not allowed on the premises. This was not a decision made by the management but by the boss himself.

Nash knows when not to invite the security dog and that's when the only way out of the dressing room bunker is through the kitchen. It's not that I'd go nuts eating, it's that you humans go nuts complaining.

All it takes is the wrong person to see my flea-bitten, mongrel ass trotting through the kitchen and it's the Health Department for sure. Listen, I have better hygiene than most of the humans in this place, if you get my drift. At least I dump behind the club, not on the front sidewalk.

Had the weather been worse, Nash would have taken me home, but it was a very warm day. I was quite comfy protecting the van. I was fulfilling my obligations.

The two sets of Nash Thrash have their desired effect with an enthusiastic encore.

Digger

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