The bus isn't the best place to get a solid eight hours. When the wheels roll, I sleep. When we stop, I wake. Pretty sure the two guys sitting in the back seat got hammered.
Arrived in Calgary excruciatingly early, and hung out at the station reading for a couple hours. It's funny how easily the station, with its hard plastic seats and sub-par cafeteria can take the place of a university library, hard cover tomes replaced by paperback books, engaged in a romantic fantasy of an unknown future. Can't help but feel particularly liminal in this space, and I doubt that will end for the rest of this strange week.
Already the universe is playing along with this madcap plan. The bus driver asks me if I'm a child or an adult, and only charges me $1.75. On the bus into downtown I meet a woman named Danielle. Her friend is the headliner tonight at The Palomino, and she's coming to the show. It's her birthday. She points me to the bar, and when I get there my name is there on the poster, opening band. "Jeanette Stewart and The Brodeo." No Brodeo, just me, and I do hope they'll like my quiet songs without the rock and roll antics.
Last night we finished editing and burning the Live @ Tanda recording from this summer. I'm posting some new songs on myspace as we speak, listening to Low and Willie Nelson in a coffee shop downtown. Calgary is all business and faux western wear. Loves it.
I'll keep updating this, so you know I'm alive. I miss the band, and the safety of a van, and all that. But this is pretty great too. Tomorrow, Vancouver.
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