Antonio carried Ziggy straight from the stage to the ambulance. I stuck to them like glue. The paramedics didn’t stop me from hovering. They had the gurney outside the back of the ambulance so there was plenty of room. Carynne was at my elbow. I didn’t really absorb what they were saying at that point. […]
During the show, Chris broke a drum head. I didn’t often look back for long periods of time, but it took me a moment to figure out what was going on. Louis adjusted the lights, I think, so that Trackie could work on replacing the broken head without Klieg flashes going off in his eyes. […]
I got Ray a can of Coke and a Gatorade for myself and we sat down in the green room. He was being so shy at first I was a little at a loss, but it was easy enough to peck away at him with questions. What did he play? How long? What did he […]
It was a long bus ride from Montreal to Chicago, over sixteen hours with the traffic, and we were awake for a lot of it. We listened to the CDs Ziggy had bought. I worked on some songs by myself. Ziggy worked on Sharpie-tattooing a stuffed animal for me. And so on. We had dinner […]
The next day we got to do a little more sightseeing before doing more press at the venue before soundcheck. I know, two days in a row where we got to see some of the city besides the parking lot and the green room? Unheard of. I suppose it was making up for the fact […]
I finally got to see some Canadian money that day when a bunch of us went wandering to find some lunch. Canadian money was colorful. Montreal felt much more like we were in a different country than Toronto had. Maybe it was all the French. I think some people had been there before and led […]
Bart got me up at noon and convinced me we should go grab a bite to eat, and we walked over to a big market with tons of food stands selling everything from gourmet honey to every kind of sausage I could name (and some I couldn’t). We ate on picnic tables by a stand […]
Ziggy ran a block over and flagged down a cab. I slid in after him like something from a spy movie, and the cab pulled away as Ziggy stuffed a wad of money into the little plastic flip drawer, urging the cabbie to “just drive.”
I forgot to tell you the one weird thing about the MuchMusic party show/duet, which was somehow I ended up on the left side of the riser and Ziggy was on the right. I didn’t even think about it when they were trying to get the microphone on my head; Ziggy’s mic stand was already […]
Over the tops of the heads of everyone I could see Ziggy was up on a riser with a microphone, working the crowd. It was so noisy I couldn’t hear him until we got close. Antonia pulled me round the edges of the room to that side. I saw someone had moved the guitar over […]