Nothing stopping us now.

Ruffled hair and a mid-afternoon still attired in my housecoat, a cigarette in my lips. Things roll by my window on two-wheels or four. The air-show is happening in Toronto right now, the thundering of jets circling the skies above the Ex. Have just finished re-playing an incredible show over in my mind from saturday at the Boat. A lot of old friends showing to catch-up and see what is new in our world. It was one of the best shows we have played in a long-time in our collective mind. Full of the spirit which we built our house on. I hope you were there, dancing with the rest of the crowd. A home town show can be a strange thing sometimes. there were a lot of old and new faces in the sea, 'some are dead and some are living.' It is amazing the associations a band can make having been playing for almost a decade now. The old/new loves, old/new friends, old/new peers. Sometimes you get glimmers of the length of the road you have chosen to design and travel upon and hope that the music is the soundtrack fitting to it. The best that i am is on-stage for all to see, the more the years roll out it becomes more true. we are ourselves, the well-practiced expression of our truest form.