What an exceptional week of Rink Rock.  This must be how Trooper’s career was in 1988.  Hockey Rink after Hockey Rink stuffed with partiers ready to go long before the first chord is struck.  Sitting backstage in Windsor, hearing the excitement of the folks about to enjoy the Christening big show in their new rink was a cool rush, I must say.  I felt a little like a Beatle or Bon Jovi or someone like that.  I actually wished I had a wireless mic and guitar in a couple of this past week’s shows.  I swear I would have pranced my way all over the place and did my best Bono-esque wandering into the crowd.  Cool.

Had a grand night out in Montreal.  No big surprise there.  All hands down to Hurley’s for hugs, pints and songs.  Hurley’s is easily my favourite pub in the world outside of home.  It just has the most options available to you.  You can saddle up to the bar and chat with the able bar staff, wander to a quiet corner with your mates and chat quietly, or stand in the middle of the dance floor and sway with the revelers as Jonathon or Dave or one of the other accomplished musicians whip the crowd into a frenzy.  And, of course, they serve the best pints on the mainland of North America.  Grand spot.

We are playing a gig in Victoria on Thursday as we make our way West for the Juno’s, but effectively last night’s performance in the Nation’s Capitol was the last night of the Fortune’s Favour Tour.  How cool that we basically ended with the biggest night of the whole run with almost 6000 folks singing along in the Civic Center.  Ottawa remains the single biggest city in the world for GBS.  How cool to finish there.

Now, astute readers will notice I mentioned heading West in the paragraph above, while the Flight path of this aircraft noted further above has me heading anything but West.  In keeping with the March Madness, I am flying right over the Rock and am bound for London to continue pre-production for the Robin Hood flick.  I hope to reunite with RC and the other Merry Men for four days of rehearsal and training for all that is to come.  As noted in the last FTR, on Thursday, I fly direct from London to Vancouver, (will I go over the North Pole or something?) and connect to Victoria.  In true International Rock and Roll fashion, I’ll arrive just in time to sound check and gig.  The adrenaline of the event should be firing hard and high by then.

Miles to go.

Cheers,
Alan