Dear Canada Blog#42 April 6th 2018.
Well Dear Canada, it looks like you may just be getting more stories out of me rather than a daily blog. It’s 1:18 a.m. on the morning of April 6th and I just got notified both by Johnny & his E.A. Tracey, that the show in WINDSOR, is sadly, CANCELLED, due to a full-blown strike. How sad for those of you who have travelled from afar for this show. Johnny is feeling terrible for all of you, as are we, considering you have been so looking forward to this for months and he has been so looking forward to performing for you. It’s completely out of his control but as a fellow performer, I know how he feels about something like this. Sorry guys, it sucks, even for those who feel the need to go out on strike in order to obtain that which they feel is fair and equitable.
The use of the English word "strike" first appeared in 1768, when sailors, in support of demonstrations in London, "struck" or removed the top gallant sails of merchant ships at port, thus crippling the ships.
The first historically certain account of strike action was towards the end of the 20th Dynasty under Pharaoh Ramses lll in ancient Egypt, on the 14th Of November, 1152 BC. The artisans of the Royal Necropolis at Dier el-Medina walked off their jobs because they had not been paid. The Egyptian authorities however, raised the wages but not before the concert was cancelled on that evening as well. 1152 BC.? I think the band on that particular night was to be THE ROLLING STONES.😂😂
We, Glass Tiger that is, have never had a strike that I can remember, cause the cancellation of a show. We have however, been involved in last-second, cancellations. A major one I do remember was when a 20,000 seat arena was jammed for the legendary, Tina Turner, for whom we were the opening act. We were all dressed, warmed up, ready to walk out of our dressing room and onto the stage when in walked Tina’s tour manager telling us, “Show’s off boys!” Tina had been fighting something in her throat and chest and tried right up to the last minute to make it out there but alas, could not. It’s such pressure as a vocalist. EVERYTHING rests on those two little folds of membranous tissue that project inward from the sides of the larynx to form a slit across the glottis in the throat, and whose edges vibrate in the airstream to produce the voice. That’s it. All the rigging, lighting, trucking and catering. All of the ticket sales and wages for players and crew. All of the flights and hotels and press......EVERYTHING, rests on those little cords in the back of the singer’s throat and the stress and pressure when they get inflamed or swollen or “gunked up” is unbearable. I have been there, too many times in my professional life, thankfully though, I have managed most of those times to get out there an sing regardless. The worst one for me was ironically, where I am playing next, a St. Catherine’s- Niagara gig and the arena was full and I too had tried everything to make it to the stage. We also had two sold-out Toronto shows immediately following, which management were desperate not to lose, and so, reluctantly, I gave up the fight and let them go out and onto the stage to announce the cancellation of the show. It’s a nightmare. You just feel like such a jerk. But I am sure you have all been in situations that require you to be on your game yet inside you are dying. You single parents of little ones, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you? No partner to help, and the kids demanding the everyday attention that kids do. That’s fun huh? Or perhaps you’re in a high stakes corporate game with the presentation of your life at hand, and you feel like the world and everything in it has just conspired to ask you to sneeze yourself to death, away from them of course.
There are nights of such desperation, when I have tried every, wacky, concoction, under the sun, in order to perform. I’ve even eaten friggin’ Vick’s Vapour Rub to try and get out there! I don’t recommend that by the way................unless it’s on toast. 😱😂
So I got the day to chill and write and swim and relax. Not by choice but since it was out of my control I gladly took it.
It’s bedtime now, my eyes are closing and so I leave you with these 5 short jokes....
1) I joined a gym, I said to the gym instructor, “Can you teach me to do the splits?” He said, “How flexible are you?” I said, “I can’t do Tuesdays.”
2) A young woman has twins but gives them up for adoption. One goes to a family from Egypt and he is named “Amal” the other to a family in Spain, he is named Juan. Years later, Juan sends a photo of himself to his birth mum. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wished she also had a photo of Amal. Her husband says, ”But why? They’re twins!! And once you’ve seen Juan you’ve seen Amal!”
3) My favorite part of looking back on childhood is trying to deduce which adults in charge were just barely keeping their shit together.
4) My dad used to say that drinking rum before 10am made you a pirate, not an alcoholic.
5) Somebody told me I'm horrible with names.
Ok, goodnight Dear Canada, until tomorrow ~Alan