Sunshiny snow streets
Sunshiny snow laden streets kissed with goodness from above. People are racing all about doing errands and stuff while I sound check and hang out with the chef in the kitchen hoping for a couple of scraps to be thrown my way. That's how it is when you're a troubadour. You hurry up and then wait while technical problems and snafus are ironed out. Then all of a sudden they call your name and say things like "Let's get a level on your guitar. Is your monitor loud enough?" Then just like that sound check is finished and you wait some more and hopefully eat something. I think I'll go for a walk in the snow and look for jackalopes and pandas and weird scientific animals made by Dr Moreau. After all, I'm on an island. An island named after my middle name and my father. Oh Canada!