Dear Canada Blog #24 March 19th 2018
Nice to wake up and not have to leave the hotel at breakneck speed. They gave us a 12:30pm checkout and we took full advantage of that, and so breakfast in the tub it was; yoghurt with almonds, an orange and a hot soak. Bliss.
Weather was lovely today. Still cold, but lots of sunshine. A funny thing happened while on the road. A truck came towards us and the driver was waving a STOP sign out of his window. We stopped and he pulled up beside us.
“What’s the problem? we asked.
“Can you pull off to your side a bit more?”
“Oh” he said. “Because there’s house coming through!”
“Ahhhhh, got ya!”
And so it came to pass, that a house drove by and we waved to the family inside who were having lunch!! 😉
Hit the city of Lethbridge around 3:00pm. The city was developed from drift mines and is named after the president of those mines, William Lethbridge. Previous to this, the area now known as Lethbridge was named Coal Banks, and was part of the territory of the First Nations; Blackfoot Confederacy: the Kainai, The Piikani and the Siksika.
Got to hotel around 3:15pm, made an immediate B-line for the nearby coin-laundry. As I told you in a previous blog, I detest lugging any kind of dirty laundry around with me, it is a major turn off and since we are not in one place long enough for me to send it out, I was content to hit the coin laundry as I have done many, many, times in my life.
At the end of my wash, I asked the little lady running the joint if I could have a plastic bag. I don’t think she understood me as her English was almost nonexistent and I of course was having great difficulty understanding her also. Finally, through sign language, it dawned on her that I was asking for a plastic bag or something similar to haul my laundry back to the hotel in. Behind her there were dozens of blue plastic bags filled with other people’s laundry and I pointed to them.
She then reached into a box of black garbage bags and brought one out. Walking towards me she then said in perfect English,” 50cents!”
She then showed me, by her body language, that what she was saying was, “Give me the money first dude, or ya ain’t getting it!” I held back my chuckle and gave her, her fifty cents. Lol
Dinner with the guys before heading over to the venue for around 8pm. Johnny had just gone on. I chilled in the dressing room over a cup of tea. I felt particularly calm tonight, in the zone, ready to walk out there and kill it.
I also have been taking the tiniest little amount of vodka and soaking a piece of raw ginger in it. Two songs before we go on, I eat the raw ginger. One song before, I suck on a lozenge and take tiny, tiny, sips of the vodka, kind of gargling with it, just to zap my throat a little and clear the feeling in my sinuses. Don’t know if it does any good but it seems like it hasn’t failed me yet.
I heard Johnny say to the crowd tonight, “Let’s make a Monday, feel like a Saturday.” That’s how I found out what day of the week it was it is. It’s amazing how they just blend, one right into the other. I just have my routine of travel and performance, never paying attention to what day it actually is.
I am loving these running shoes right now by Alexander McQueen. My absolute faves. So comfortable on stage, I have burned through two pair of white in the last year but loving the black.
If I was ever asked what one of my biggest indulgences is, it would be running shoes. Don’t ask me why, but I just love the look of a new pair fresh out of the box. I go through them like crazy.
Show ran like clockwork and was great. Both Johnny and myself are singing strong and well, (he’s had the enormous strain of full shows, whereas for me, on this one, my time up there is short.) So well done John!! Keep it up pal.
The focus of singing is an interesting one. Sometimes singing just one song, under severe pressure, as with say, a live national anthem performance, can be completely draining, with the end result being a feeling similar to you just having performed a full blown show.....drained. Also for me, when the pressure goes up, so does my lack of communication. I cannot make small talk or join in on any revelry around me prior to such a thing. I have had instances whereby someone who doesn’t know me that well, may think I am rude, due to the fact they are trying to nab my attention prior to my going on, of course to no avail. It’s not rudeness, it’s just complete focus. Those who know me however, also know my routine, they just back off and leave me alone, knowing that after the performance is over, all will be normal again.
Which leads me to peeing! What is with the human bladder. Why is it, that you can pee say ....15 mins before going on, but no matter, 5 mins or 2mins before going on, ya just have to pee again!! Lol.
Any of you out there reading this, who have to perform in one way or another, under great pressure, are probably chuckling right now because you know exactly what I am talking about. 💦Lol.
Headed straight to my room without joining the lads for a nightcap. Watched an episode of Peaky Blinders and am now ready to shut it down.
Goodnight Dear Canada, until tomorrow.
“What day is it Sam? “