After a great show at Wolftrap, JP rolled the GB Bus across the border to Toronto in record time and got us to the airport several hours ahead of schedule. Thanks to a kind lady at the Air Canada counter, we actually got on an earlier flight. Home early. Gotta like it.
I'm wearing my "Jesus Saves" t-shirt. Some of you may have seen my wearing it on stage. It shows goalie Jesus making a wicked glove save. Looks like this:

Funny how many heads this t-shirt turns. I swear a lady in the coffee shop wanted to spray me with Holy Water or burn me as a heretic. I had another t-shirt that I thought was even funnier, but I had to stop wearing it in public as several people blessed themselves in front of my as I passed. THat shirt just had two quotations with small footnotes identifying the person responsible for them;
GOD IS DEAD - neitzsche
NIETZSCHE IS DEAD - god
Now, come on, that's funny. Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Agnostic, Atheist, whatever. That's frigging good.
Religious messages have always caught my attention, but a few months back I saw one that nearly made me put the car off the road. Now please bear in mind, I'm not snickering at Scripture here and I'm not taking a poke at any one sect or church, but this must be noted. Right next to Memorial University, a place of higher learning, a large slide in the letters kind of sign in a Church Parking Lot announced...
"It was not Nails that held Jesus to the Cross. It was Love."
My first thought was that I felt the author of the sign might want to talk to Jesus about that. I had a funny feeling that He would say something like, "No, Trust Me, It Was Nails."
The oddest thing was that I was on my way to the hardware store when I saw the sign next to MUN. I was getting some stuff to repair our back fence. It was all I could do to resist walking up to the counter and saying,
"Excuse me, I need some galvanized four inch love, please."
Thanks to everyone for coming to the gigs last week, from Buffalo to Vienna.
Almost home. Only a few days respite before we head to Halifax for the Urban gig.
Rock On.
Cheers,
Alan