Back at the Vault, still in Nanny Mo'.
So dudes, here's the plan. We called Jude, and because he's amazing, he's coming up to Nanaimo in the Veggie Van to drive us up to Hornby. It's gonna be a party! The boat's staying here at the stinkiest dead-seal-and-poop smelling dock ever for a few days while we go to Hornby and Courtenay, then we're coming back for a night on the boat, and then we sail to Lantzville! We saw an awesome movie made by a bunch of punks from San Fransisco who fixed up an old sailboat and went sailing in the bahamas. It was awesome and it makes me want to go back out on the water! Well, friday morning. Then Vancouver on the 13th, woohoo!
Anyway, Judy's comin' so I gotta go! See ya's later!
Taylor
6/10/08
6/9/08
Nanny mo
Hey Y'all!
Guess what's awesome about Nanaimo: they have buldings which have no rain inside! And food, too!
A couple days ago in Chemainus, we bought a broken banjo for 30 dollars at a yard sale, made a bridge and nut for it, and took all the frets off. Fish & Bird now has a mascot! I wish I could show y'all a picture of it. It sounds amazing! Yesterday we boated over to Ladysmith from Chemainus and played a nice little house concert there to a few adults and a bunch of rowdy kids. We met Meg there and she came down to the dock and crammed onto the boat with us for the night.
Today we took off from Ladysmith harbor at about 8:30 in the morning as it started to rain. We got to Nanaimo at around 12:30 and stopped for gas and a burger. We took off again from Nanaimo harbour at about 2 o'clock and actually headed into fairly open waters for the first time (check it out on a map - everything thus far between Mayne and Nanaimo has been pretty sheltered). As we turned our faces to the pounding rain, big grey sky, and huge ocean swells, we heard a cold robotic voice on the VHF issue us a wind warning, and had to quickly weigh our maturity level against the reality of the situation, and how far it was to the next place to moor. We decided at that point to make like Sir Robin and bravely run away away. We pulled back into the harbour at Nanaimo, a ragtag group of soggy sheepdogs. When Adam went to pay for overnight moorage, the wharfinger told him that we'd made the right decision. I'm happy we made that call. We probably would have made it, but we don't really have anything to prove, so we decided to go for definitely won't drown rather than probably won't drown.
Anyway, tomorrow night we're booked to play on Hornby Island. At this point, even if it's a beautiful day tomorrow making it there in time for the show by sailboat isn't really doable. We're considering leaving the sailboat here til we have to sail to Vancouver after Lantzville, and taking a greyhound and a ferry tomorrow morning to Hornby and seeing where we're at from there. Right now all I can tell you is Nanaimo is awesome for its buildings that rain doesn't get into, which have big warm mugs full of coffee. The coffee shop we're in right now has an open mic night tonight which we're gonna play at, and hopefully sell a couple of CDs. So hey, this is what the world has thrown our way for now and we'll see what happens from here.
I sincerely hope you're all a lot less soggy than we are.
See you at Hornby, Courtenay, Lantzville, Vancouver, or a next life!
Taylor
Guess what's awesome about Nanaimo: they have buldings which have no rain inside! And food, too!
A couple days ago in Chemainus, we bought a broken banjo for 30 dollars at a yard sale, made a bridge and nut for it, and took all the frets off. Fish & Bird now has a mascot! I wish I could show y'all a picture of it. It sounds amazing! Yesterday we boated over to Ladysmith from Chemainus and played a nice little house concert there to a few adults and a bunch of rowdy kids. We met Meg there and she came down to the dock and crammed onto the boat with us for the night.
Today we took off from Ladysmith harbor at about 8:30 in the morning as it started to rain. We got to Nanaimo at around 12:30 and stopped for gas and a burger. We took off again from Nanaimo harbour at about 2 o'clock and actually headed into fairly open waters for the first time (check it out on a map - everything thus far between Mayne and Nanaimo has been pretty sheltered). As we turned our faces to the pounding rain, big grey sky, and huge ocean swells, we heard a cold robotic voice on the VHF issue us a wind warning, and had to quickly weigh our maturity level against the reality of the situation, and how far it was to the next place to moor. We decided at that point to make like Sir Robin and bravely run away away. We pulled back into the harbour at Nanaimo, a ragtag group of soggy sheepdogs. When Adam went to pay for overnight moorage, the wharfinger told him that we'd made the right decision. I'm happy we made that call. We probably would have made it, but we don't really have anything to prove, so we decided to go for definitely won't drown rather than probably won't drown.
Anyway, tomorrow night we're booked to play on Hornby Island. At this point, even if it's a beautiful day tomorrow making it there in time for the show by sailboat isn't really doable. We're considering leaving the sailboat here til we have to sail to Vancouver after Lantzville, and taking a greyhound and a ferry tomorrow morning to Hornby and seeing where we're at from there. Right now all I can tell you is Nanaimo is awesome for its buildings that rain doesn't get into, which have big warm mugs full of coffee. The coffee shop we're in right now has an open mic night tonight which we're gonna play at, and hopefully sell a couple of CDs. So hey, this is what the world has thrown our way for now and we'll see what happens from here.
I sincerely hope you're all a lot less soggy than we are.
See you at Hornby, Courtenay, Lantzville, Vancouver, or a next life!
Taylor
6/6/08
Chemainus... Giver of Life
It is a fine rainy morning as I sit at the front desk of Renaissance Books in Chemainus, BC.
On the evening of the 3rd in Deep Cove (after my previous post) we received word of a gas station 15 minutes down the road from the marina. We imagined something townly and hoped there might be a pub nearby (with burgers!), so we made the trek down the dark suburban street past sinister houses, only to find a closed gas station and a closed grocery store and a whole lot of nothing else. When we got back to the boat we made a kind of disgusting curry chicken broth soup thing in an attempt to supplement our recent diet of granola bars and instant noodles. We knocked it back and hunkered down for our first night on the boat. Adam snored a bit but it was okay.
The next morning we woke up to hungry bellies and extremely low tide, weighing the risk of hitting bottom while exiting the marina against the promise of a pub (with burgers!) in Cowichan Bay. Ryan scouted the area in our sketchy $75 dinghy and decided we should be fine, so we cast off from Deep Cove with our bearings on Cow Bay. As soon as we had the fenders out and the docking lines tied we headed for the pub just up from the dock, and feasted upon an enormous ceasar salad, our much anticipated burgers, and a beer apiece - on mostly empty stomachs no less. We staggered down the road to get some slightly more nutritious rations for the boat, a bilge pump for the dinghy, and some gas. That night we made our way up the channel between Saltspring and Vancouver Island and moored for the night in Crofton. Pub food for dinner again (but not burgers), and a nice walk along the waterfront.
Thursday morning (the 5th) we got up at 8:30, marvelled at how useful coffee can be, and set off for Chemainus. We were in Chemainus harbor at about 1 o'clock. We went to the thrift store where I bought some socks and a pair of jeans and Ryan got an extremely classy three piece wool suit for 6 dollars. We also bought some speakers and a handheld VHF for the boat. Peter picked us up and took us to the bookstore/house with our gear, and there we ran into Dave and Meg, with whom we had a show that night. That night they and we outnumbered the audience at the Duncan Garage Showroom. Oddly I've never played to an audience bigger than 10 there but I always seem to play my best in that room. Maybe because the stakes are lower and it's more relaxed.
Anyways, we got back to the house in Chemainus that night and all sat around the table with beer and scotch, and later Adam and Ryan and I verbally abused eachother over a game of scrabble whose stakes were that the loser would have to go get the thermarest from the car. We played with double points for dirty words, but I think the best we came up with was "twat". I tried to argue that "oral" was dirty but the boys wouldn't agree. We only had so much consciousness left in us at this point, the time being about 1:30 in the morning and us having been up since 8:30, so the game ended with nobody really caring and me just sleeping with a couch cushion, a blanket, and no thermarest on the floor.
Anyway, we're having fun! This ain't the worst trip I've ever been on. Hooray for BC, its beautiful coast, its small towns, and playing tunes.
Til next time,
Taylor
On the evening of the 3rd in Deep Cove (after my previous post) we received word of a gas station 15 minutes down the road from the marina. We imagined something townly and hoped there might be a pub nearby (with burgers!), so we made the trek down the dark suburban street past sinister houses, only to find a closed gas station and a closed grocery store and a whole lot of nothing else. When we got back to the boat we made a kind of disgusting curry chicken broth soup thing in an attempt to supplement our recent diet of granola bars and instant noodles. We knocked it back and hunkered down for our first night on the boat. Adam snored a bit but it was okay.
The next morning we woke up to hungry bellies and extremely low tide, weighing the risk of hitting bottom while exiting the marina against the promise of a pub (with burgers!) in Cowichan Bay. Ryan scouted the area in our sketchy $75 dinghy and decided we should be fine, so we cast off from Deep Cove with our bearings on Cow Bay. As soon as we had the fenders out and the docking lines tied we headed for the pub just up from the dock, and feasted upon an enormous ceasar salad, our much anticipated burgers, and a beer apiece - on mostly empty stomachs no less. We staggered down the road to get some slightly more nutritious rations for the boat, a bilge pump for the dinghy, and some gas. That night we made our way up the channel between Saltspring and Vancouver Island and moored for the night in Crofton. Pub food for dinner again (but not burgers), and a nice walk along the waterfront.
Thursday morning (the 5th) we got up at 8:30, marvelled at how useful coffee can be, and set off for Chemainus. We were in Chemainus harbor at about 1 o'clock. We went to the thrift store where I bought some socks and a pair of jeans and Ryan got an extremely classy three piece wool suit for 6 dollars. We also bought some speakers and a handheld VHF for the boat. Peter picked us up and took us to the bookstore/house with our gear, and there we ran into Dave and Meg, with whom we had a show that night. That night they and we outnumbered the audience at the Duncan Garage Showroom. Oddly I've never played to an audience bigger than 10 there but I always seem to play my best in that room. Maybe because the stakes are lower and it's more relaxed.
Anyways, we got back to the house in Chemainus that night and all sat around the table with beer and scotch, and later Adam and Ryan and I verbally abused eachother over a game of scrabble whose stakes were that the loser would have to go get the thermarest from the car. We played with double points for dirty words, but I think the best we came up with was "twat". I tried to argue that "oral" was dirty but the boys wouldn't agree. We only had so much consciousness left in us at this point, the time being about 1:30 in the morning and us having been up since 8:30, so the game ended with nobody really caring and me just sleeping with a couch cushion, a blanket, and no thermarest on the floor.
Anyway, we're having fun! This ain't the worst trip I've ever been on. Hooray for BC, its beautiful coast, its small towns, and playing tunes.
Til next time,
Taylor
6/3/08
Holy crap!
Holy crap, we're actually touring on a sailboat!!
We're hanging out on the boat at Deep Cove private marina. Not the real deep cove, the small one on Vancouver Island. Adam forgot his power adapter and we're pretty hungry, so I'll keep this pretty quick.
Saturday we played on Mayne Island with Blue Richard and the Apricots, which was a lot of fun because they are amazing. Rachel and Anna played their Violas during our set too, making for some really special moments. Sunday we played on Mayne to a small but awesome audience at the community centre there. Then on Monday morning we headed to the sailboat which was moored at Horton Bay, and headed out through some pretty intense tidal action and then some huge waves in Plumper Sound, much to the quickening in heart rates of all involved. Made it alive to Port Browning on Pender Island, where we hung out the dock for a while until it was time to go to our show at Dan and Everest's amazing house. We played there to an even smaller and more intimate crowd and had a really good night. Everest lent me this amazing antique briefcase silkscreening kit, all wood and brass. I'm really excited to try it, it's just about the most incredible and gorgeous device I've ever seen. I'm gonna try and do the next album art with it, I think.
This morning we lazed around for awhile at the house, had breakfast on funny rhyming animal plates, and then set off from Port Browning. We had some very .... interesting sailing for a while. Again with the heart rates. We also saw a pod of Orca whales, which was completely stunning.
Anyways, so here we are at the Deep Cove private marina like I said, and here's some pictures:
Next Stop.... well... who knows. But then, Duncan! Oh yeah, we're playing at the garage on the 5th! With O'Mally and David Simard! Wheeee!
See y'all!
Taylor
We're hanging out on the boat at Deep Cove private marina. Not the real deep cove, the small one on Vancouver Island. Adam forgot his power adapter and we're pretty hungry, so I'll keep this pretty quick.
Saturday we played on Mayne Island with Blue Richard and the Apricots, which was a lot of fun because they are amazing. Rachel and Anna played their Violas during our set too, making for some really special moments. Sunday we played on Mayne to a small but awesome audience at the community centre there. Then on Monday morning we headed to the sailboat which was moored at Horton Bay, and headed out through some pretty intense tidal action and then some huge waves in Plumper Sound, much to the quickening in heart rates of all involved. Made it alive to Port Browning on Pender Island, where we hung out the dock for a while until it was time to go to our show at Dan and Everest's amazing house. We played there to an even smaller and more intimate crowd and had a really good night. Everest lent me this amazing antique briefcase silkscreening kit, all wood and brass. I'm really excited to try it, it's just about the most incredible and gorgeous device I've ever seen. I'm gonna try and do the next album art with it, I think.
This morning we lazed around for awhile at the house, had breakfast on funny rhyming animal plates, and then set off from Port Browning. We had some very .... interesting sailing for a while. Again with the heart rates. We also saw a pod of Orca whales, which was completely stunning.
Anyways, so here we are at the Deep Cove private marina like I said, and here's some pictures:
Next Stop.... well... who knows. But then, Duncan! Oh yeah, we're playing at the garage on the 5th! With O'Mally and David Simard! Wheeee!
See y'all!
Taylor
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