Okay, there was one more road diary update after all.  And yes, I’m aware it’s Christmas and I’m posting road diary accounts from last summer.  You never heard of fashionably late?  Here’s Trevor’s account of the last gig from our second longest tour of 2009.”It was a beautiful drive from the Porcupine Mountains into Wisconsin. Oddly enough we passed by two dead porcupines on the side of the road within about fifty miles of each other. Hopefully they died of old age. We stopped shortly after the Wisconsin border for gas and cheese curds. I asked the clerk what the difference was between cheese curds and hunks of cheese and she came up with a really lame, indecisive answer. I think she was probably a Wisconsin wanabee from Pennsylvania or some other place where you won’t find cheese curds at every gas station.  Or no one had ever asked before. They tasted O.K. but not as good as I remember. I guess you can’t go back to Kansas.

But you can go back to Milwaukee and that’s where we ended up around dinnertime. Half the band went to see the box office smash Inglorious Basterds while the other half just chilled out. Tuesday we all took advantage of the day off to sleep in and participate in various activities until it was time to go down to the club.

We played Vnuks three or four years ago so it was nice to walk in the doors and take a trip down memory lane. Sidecar Steph opened up and played a spirited set of 50’s inspired numbers. My favourite was Rock Me Baby All Night Long! They really did a nice job drumming up a crowd via Facebook, Myspace and word of mouth.

The crowd was suitably warmed up so we took over and rocked hard for a couple of hours. We had old friends Heather and Kimberly come up and help Rebecca belt out a number. It felt like the roof was going to come off the place that’s how hard they were rockin’!

It was great to be back in town and catch up with the legendary Danny and his beautiful new wife (Danny once had us over for a fish-fry in Florida) who rolled in from Chicago, and Barry from the Milwaukee Irish Fest, and Kimberly and Heather, and Howard and Marion Cunningham… We tip our hat to the fine city of Milwaukee. The home of P.B.R., Fonzie and a guy named Harley Davidson.

And there it is. Another tour has come to an end. In the Midwest. And we live in Vancouver…2000 miles away…We need to home by this weekend to play The Sunshine Coast Music Festival outside of Vancouver…Gotta fly!”

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