The Jon Davis Tour

This past weekend I was on tour with the Jon Davis Band.  It was a crazy and wonderful time.  We played at the Black Sheep Inn in Wakefield near Ottowa.  The vibe was not so happening there for many reasons, and we did not play up to par, but the hang afterwards was amazing.  We stayed the night with Jon's godfather.  He and his wife live in a cottage-like house, and their lifestyle is an inspiration.  Super comfortable home with lots of books, and all organic foods.  Yum!  

The next day we drove many hours to play at Rivoli on Queen Street in Toronto.  We had a super long and effective sound-check, and played very well.  I was very happy to see some friends who I had met in Banff, and they let me crash on their couch, which was more comfortable than my Montreal bed.  Amazing, the 2 nights on tour, I slept better than I had slept for the past month.  I had a coffee in Toronto, and I must say, I am spoiled living in Little Italy, and I am afraid that I have become a circumstantial coffee snob.  

The ride back from Toronto to Montreal, things got interesting, to say the least.  The van had most of the gear, Jon, and Adam, our drummer.  I was riding with our guitar player, Jim Bland, in his car.  About half way from Toronto to Montreal, the car all of a sudden started sounding very sick.  We pulled over, and when we tried to start the car again, it made a terrifying noise, so we decided to let it be.  We called CAA, a tow truck came, and towed us to the nearest garage.  They think the fan belt went kaput.  Drag.  We took a taxi to a train station, and got back to Gare Central in Montreal before the Metro closed.  It was a long and confusing trip back, but Jim and I were super relaxed, and were able to discuss philosophical discourse for the hours we were delayed.  No problems, as Dani says.  Life is made up of these little happenings.  The head space you are in defines you.  It could have been a major drag, but the first thing that happened when the car broke down was Jim started to laugh.