The Gods Of Now On Tour – Day 1
The Banyion waits. Zasta, Jon and I (Schrecker) begin the tetris that will take place day after day, night after night for the next four weeks. Reflected in the same compartmentalization that we do with baggage from relationships, memories, desires – we pack these instruments of future, torture or whatever. Gear. Extensions, can’t leave home without ‘em! Hate ‘em like lovers sometimes. But love ‘em mostly.
All packed – but we must find Alex J.D. his place within the web of this rolling insanity. We do. It isn’t hard really, we just make room where there wasn’t before.
And like the great and mythic Ulysses, we get into the van and head to North Bay Ontario.
What we see is beautiful. Trees, sky, The Mother of us all laying at our feet. What we feel is “why the hell are we doing this?”. This goes on for hours. The thought process of each of us not so private but also dangerously close to self realization.
Hours, and hours. Wondering how in all this expanse – how in all the Heavy Music fans – even directing us to an outdoor 13 band Heavy fest. How our booking agent couldn’t find a place for The Gods Of Now to bring the power down. It’s a crime.
The Moose Something or other in North Bay. Cute hostess. She doesn’t serve us though. Too bad baby, we’re spoiling for attention – you would have had fun. We’d love to get kicked out – but only after we eat!
Strange roads in front of us. 11 or 17. It’s 17. We decide on 11. An hour later pissing under crystal clear star wrecked skies we discover our mistake. Only an hour out. But that’s another hour back. 2 hours. That’s a life time in the movies!
We’re tired. Can only go so much farther. But we must reach our girl for the night. Sault Saint Marie waits with her soft skin and large breasts. She won’t get close. We’re delirious. Lust for sleep because painful. There is only black outside our world in the Banyon. Our only connection is with others on this ribbon of hell that’s called the 17. We only want to get there.
We get there. But now to find the Hotel. Marie is shy. She doesn’t want to show us her goodies right away. I hate her but I need her. We stop in at a Tim’s to ask – (it’s 4:30 am!). Pitch black outside Donut Man tells me that we have to go to a baseball diamond and turn up a hill. This would have been very easy if it wasn’t for the fact – THAT IT’S FUCKING NIGHT TIME!!!!
We find her soft spot. And Savannah, her milky tits reminding me of pillows – I want to sleep – gives me the keys. Room 225 at the Comfort Inn in Sault Saint Marie. I remember hitting the bed.
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