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The Toronto Sun promo goes to waste when the biggest blizzard in two years pummels the city all night long. A foot-and-a-half of wet snow. No sane person is going to come out in this weather. Which makes me wonder. Have you humans ever noticed how the sight of deep snow brings out the pup in us canines? While you are dealing with mechanical failures and lack of warmth, I'm having a ball. What's your problem? The best attitude is to follow our lead and give in to it. Get out the toboggan, gather up the kids and have some good old-fashioned Kriegoff fun. Nash is beginning to suffer from a cold and bad luck, so things are not so bucolic. Even so, enough insane people have braved the elements to come see and hear The Lost World, that Nash feels it's worth the performance. There is no second set, allowing the audience plenty of time to get home. Throughout the evening, I was out in the snow twice, and it was great. I like the sensation of cold snow on my nose as I sniff around for whatever's under there. Snow makes me do zig-zag sprints for no reason. Snow makes me chomp on balls of frozen sludge. Snow makes me giddy. Nash knows this, but sometimes it is an inconvenience for him to cater to my indulgences, in particular at gigs. I understand. The snow will be here for a long time and Nash just has to get through the next few days. The gigs have been a test of Nash's resilience and the audiences' diligence. Both came through battered but not defeated, and I'm still looking for the toboggan. Digger |
