I am grateful for cookies. Chocolate chip cookies with walnuts in them.
I’m also pleased and sneezed and appeased and freezed to be playing The Moonshine Cafe tonight at 9pm.
Thank you for your attention to this matter.
In other news I actually slept 7 hours last night. This was a most righteous experience. I was dragging my guitars and luggage down a very long hallway of my hotel at 2am after a late show in Toronto. Of course my room was all the way at the end of the football field length hall and I kept waiting for the twins from The Shining to suddenly appear and wave to me with demonic looks on their faces. At one point I freaked myself out and got goosebumps and by then I figured I’d queered the deal on the sleep I was longing for. But I acted fast and said to myself, “Steve! The twins from The Shining aren’t in the hallway. Let it go. Breathe deep and relax. Think of Damien from The Omen or that girl whose head spins around in circles from The Exorcist.”
Next thing I know I was knocked out and purring away like a cat by a fireplace. I had peaceful dreams of explosions and car wrecks and barns melting and napalm.
Glad to be awake for another day. Tonight I rock.
Feb 6 Oakville at The Moonshine Cafe at 9pm
Feb 7 Toronto at The Orbit Room at 7pm
Feb 8 Wakefield Quebec at The Blacksheep Inn at 4pm
Feb 9 Halifax at The Carleton 9pm
I’m fixing to fly to Toronto today. I was going to walk but then after google mapping it I found out it would take me almost 13 days with no stops for donuts. Since my show is tonight I’ve decided to waste gas and fly. Sorry environment, please understand that I would walk but I can’t do that today. Did somebody mention donuts? Gonna fly now. Feeling higher. Gonna fly. Ba ba baasaaa.
I play C’est What tonight- Toronto 9pm.
Life is a series of decisions we make. Ticker tape options and wires crossed and messages ricocheting from one port to another. We write our own stories. The crazy question is: how do we process pain and what are our coping mechanisms we use? Sometimes it seems so voyeuristic to follow the timeline of someone’s death. Coping mechanisms gone awry in an easy to read timeline. I feel so sad about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s passing, yet I never met the man. I’ve seen so many of his films that I feel like I knew him. I saw him from a distance of about 20 feet the last time I was in Greenwich Village a few months back. He was sitting on a bench texting someone and I almost went up to talk to him but I got too scared so I just kept walking.
I have New York Times and CNN breaking news alerts on my phone and today’s news sure travels fast. It’s Tuesday and the sun is out in Halifax and the snow is melting. It’s a good day to be alive but man time moves at a rapid pace. The only thing I know for sure is something’s gonna change.
It’s been a pleasure getting to know some of you over the years. Thanks for coming out to the gigs and for listening. It’s a beautiful bumpy ride full of bandages and bruises and smiles.
Rest in peace Philip Seymour Hoffman.
I got a sister named Jake who thinks she’s a man shaves half a leg got a half a suntan sells peanuts and cokes for The Jays in the stands on the weekend collectin aluminum cans she says come along with me if you wanna we’ll watch the skyfuckingline of Toronto
Wed Feb 5 – Toronto Ontario- C’est What
Thurs Feb 6- Oakville, Ontario- The Moonshine Cafe
Fri Feb 7 – Toronto Ontario- The Orbit Room
Sat Feb 8-Wakefield, Quebec – In The Dead Of Winter Festival at The Black Sheep
Sun Feb 9 -Halifax Nova Scotia- The Carleton
Sun Feb 16 Solana Beach Ca- The Belly Up for Steve Poltz Birthday Bash
Featuring The Rugburns and The Truckee Brothers
For more info go to http://poltz.com/words/tour/
This is where I am right now. Canada be all pretty and shit. Petite Rivière Nova Scotia.
I had a decent time playing a show during The Super Bowl. It was nice to not waste any time watching it. Woo hoo! Kiss my ass NFL.
The best part about the house show I played last night in Antigonish Nova Scotia was the dinner that the good doctor made for me. We were sitting at their beautiful table eating the most amazing meal (I got a great risotto cooking lesson) and since he’s a doctor I started asking him questions.
I ask questions because I’m a curious monkey. Pretty soon I realized that no subject was off limits. Jackpot! Especially for me. Now keep in mind that his lovely wife was also at the table as were his two beautiful kids. A boy and a girl aged 18 and 17. A senior and junior in high school. So in between bites I started asking him about prostate exams. I’m talking full detail. Like when he sticks his finger up the man’s bum does he lube it first. Yes he does. Then how does he move the finger around? He showed me as we all shoveled more food in our hungry bellies. I asked him what he checks for and he said he’s looking for plums. Like growths that might feel like plums. I asked if the asses stunk or if most people were polite and made sure they were clean. Most are polite and clean their arses. His kids started looking at me like I was a freak. But by now all bets were off. I asked if people ever broke wind in his face. Yes they have. Yaya!!! He said it’s always weird if you know the person and that one time a guy he knew secretly put flowers up his ass so that when he got on all fours and his undies came off the doctor was staring at daisies. By now I asked for second helpings of the wonderful food.
Good times! Never invite me over for dinner.
Tonight I play St John’s Newfoundland at The Ship!
Last night I played a show in a house in Antigonish. Had a fun time and met a bunch of new people and probably scared and scarred some of them. I think it went well. Have you ever played a show and then about half way through, your spidey senses tell you that these people think you might need to be committed or locked up? That happens to me most nights so I’m used to it.
After the gig I drove two hours at midnight back to Halifax for an early flight to St. John’s Newfoundland. On the drive there was a huge buck standing on the side of the road. An amazing sight. He just stared at me as I whizzed by. I was so glad he didn’t run out in front of me.
Tonight I play The Ship Inn aka The Ship Pub aka the place where you can drink a lot of booze if you’re not a teetotaler like myself. You can drink as much as you want and by midnight the streets look like zombie land. Great people live on the rock. I wouldn’t mind spending a full year there just to relax and soak in the great creative vibes.
Anyways- I’m excited to play tonight. 9pm
Thanks for listening. Isn’t there a Super Bowl or something tomorrow?
Best text ever from Tony who is the promoter for my show in St John’s Newfoundland this Saturday. He told me he just had hernia surgery.
Rest in peace Pete Seeger. I just recorded this song of yours at soundcheck today in Wolfville Nova Scotia. Watch here
Filmed by Lindsey Reddin