We arrived in Winnipeg to little fanfare and we're informed that the venue which we had a show booked at (the Royal Albert) was flooded out. There's a lot of flooding in Manitoba right now – while bombing along the highway we saw an off ramp that was entirely submerged.
The loss of the venue was unfortunate, but fortune quickly smiled upon us again and we hoped on a bill at the Death Trap, which is just down the street. We played first, followed by three hardcore metal bands – one local, one from Minneapolis, and one from California – all pretty nice dudes. There was definitely some blood spilled at that show.
Lacking a place to sleep, we located a nearby and relatively secluded parking lot and made camp.
Day the Fifth -
We awoke to a rainstorm in Winnipeg and made preparations to cross the border - we ride for Minneapolis. The border was a longer stop than we'd hoped for, and a thorough search of the van was conducted. An hour later we were on our way – straight into a heat wave.
A giant blade for the wind turbines round here!
Sweet mother of submarines it was hot in Minnesota. Seriously, it hadn't been so hot there since 1988. A bonifide heat wave, which initiated the in-van shirts off party. Some of us didn't stop at shirts.
We played at the 7th Street Entry
We played with a couple bands, including a crew from Brooklyn, NY, called Young Boys. Well turned out gentlemen with solid indie jams. Reminded me of a cross between Joy Division meets and Hank Williams with a twist of synthyness. We enjoyed their set greatly.
A little dillying and and a little dallying later we were all packed up and ready to go – Julian had secured a spot for us to crash at a chap named Dave's place. Our GPS tried to trick us, but we were fortunate to befriend Sonya (a local violinist and employee of 7th Street whose job was to watch all the bands gear!). We took her bike on board and she guided us to Dave's house, and enjoyed a bonfire, sing along, warm Luckys and something called Rumple Mints, which is basically mint flavoured moonshine.
We're now about 2 hours outside of Chicago, flying along the I-94, hoping to make it in time for load-in and maybe some deep dish pizza?
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