Crossing over from Detroit into Windsor we take the first chance we have to pull over and snag an utterly sacrosanct cup of Tim Horton’s coffee. Softly, reverently even, Rusty mutter’s through a placid smile: “You suck and I’ve missed you.”. Sometime’s home tastes like a comforting cup of piss poor coffee. Oddly, it’s as sweet as hot laundry in the middle of winter. Nice to see you Canada. We’ve missed ya.

I was lucky enough to be a part of this video with Imaginary Cities. I played the giant creepy laser eyed bird and the bass guitar.

We stopped by The Mascott to do a few songs with the A-Team, aka Wood and Wires. woodandwiresproductions.com Marti is trying to put me out of business by snaking the bass duties. I will not stand for this.

A big thank you to my German pal Jan Römer for letting me use his photo on this site! If you would like to see more of his photography, please head on over to freakalive.de.

After a short break at home in Winnipeg, enjoying all that the frigid prairie winters have to offer, I’m gearing up to put some miles underfoot once again. In a few days I’ll be heading to Toronto and Austin with Imaginary Cities for Canadian Music Week and South By Southwest respectively.  When the band flies home from Austin I’ll be sidestepping to Montreal for a week to do a few shows with the wonderfully talented Raphael Freynet. When I get back from Montreal at the end of March I’ll have about a week at home before we head out on a month long cross canada tour opening for the freshly reunited Pixies. It’s safe to say that I’m feeling pretty fortunate these days. I’m incredibly lucky to be surrounded by some deeply talented and hard working folks, without whom none of these adventures would ever come to fruition. If you could truly measure wealth, it would be by taking stock of the personalities that surround you. That, or how many Ferrari’s you can fit in your mansion’s underground garage. Or maybe by how many supermodel’s you can fit in your heated indoor olympic sized swimming pool. Or perhaps by how fast your personal jet can get you from Paris to L.A. to meet up with Hef for cocktails and little cracker dainties at the Playboy Mansion. Or not. Either way, I’m feeling pretty rich these days… but maybe you could grab the bill tonight…