"the eye you lost in the crusades"

In Toronto an awesome guy named Matt Chaloux introduced himself and took some amazing photos of the set I played. He's an incredible photographer. The band for this set backing me wasn't the normal lineup of the Wild Dogs: the drummer is Jeremy Finkelstein and the bass player is Chris Mullen, two Toronto musicians who learned the songs while I was on a plane flying east and who had one practice with me for an hour the day before the show. It was loud as hell and they're some of the best musicians I've ever met. 

Out east soundguys are fine with not mixing you and pegging the PA to the red so the vocals are a distorted wall of sludge and bars and promoters don't complain to people about how loud you are the day after you play there, especially when the bar is packed, you're encouraging people to buy their fucking booze, and you're lining the wallet of somebody whose job it is to find a way to weasel himself into paying you as little as he can. Toronto is awesome, and music doesn't piss anybody off there. Go figure. It just goes to show that there are people out there putting on shows who still understand rock and roll. In Edmonton, his name is Cecil Frena and he runs Push-Pins. Email him for shows, this guy is the shit and will probably book you in a heartbeat.

Thank you Matt for the photos, thanks to Jeremy for not only putting on the show but also playing at it, and thanks to Chris for the same. Check out the rest of the photos from the set here, and look at the rest of Matt's photos, he's the shit.

Love. The Wild Dogs.