"november girl and all that pain"

Another month on the road under the belt and another month to go. At one point last month I saw the CN Tower, the Sears tower, the Colorado rockies, the MGM Grand, the Hollywood hills, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the Space Needle in the span of seven days. Thanks to the City Streets for letting me take up the room in their van. It still feels weird to sleep in a bed. Thanks to everyone that helped us out along the way and here's to a December of more of the same.



This was a great November.





Love,
The Wild Dogs.

"i think sal paradise was right"

To be twenty in Montreal is a swift kick in the ass. This city is a beautiful woman with the softest skin and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Thanks to Chris for putting us up last minute as we trudged the dirt of Mont Royal around his apartment and tried to kick our acid highs. Last night Le Barfly was packed with a crowd of people from all over Canada and we drank and smoked on a balcony that was surrounded by eight brick walls. Mark and Matt and I climbed to the top of a condemned building; 822 Sherbrooke means something to someone and now it means something to me. We pulled up to St Laurent and St Viateur, she smiled, she waved, and said "welcome to the heart." Thank you gorgeous, you are beautiful, and I'll see you again sometime soon.

Love,

The Wild Dogs.

"you can't be twenty on sugar mountain"

Last night we played at the Attic in Guelph, Ontario. It was put on by CFRU Music Director Peter Bradley and it was one of the best shows we've ever done. Any touring bands should try and make a stop there: a packed room, sweaty bodies and lots of booze. Scaled the rooftops of Guelph with a beautiful girl. Spray painted the walls.

The tour is going great, we'll see you in three weeks or so.

Love,
The Wild Dogs.