the only place you can get a wireless signal at lang’s motel, on highway 17, is if you sit on the adirondacks just outside the rooms. unfortunaley, it’s mosquito season. more unfortuante, i have always had the eau de exactly what mosquitos love about me and i am getting instantly covered in bites. yuck! swatting at swarms is making this whole typing business very awkward….

but tonight we played at green achers in wabigoon. it’s interesting on this tour, having played in many small towns, and the big cities in between, having the opportunity to compare the two experiences. for the most part, the small towns have been much more humane. like tonight, john booked us in at this motel, made us an amazing dinner with fish he’d caught not 2 hours before, opened some wine at the end of the show, helped with the sound set up…. and so on. he was generous and kind and fun and the audience listened and hung out after. one local even pulled out his slide guitar and made music for us. ideal! in a small town, there’s only ever one show on, if any. and generally, people appreciate it so much. in cities, there’s hundreds of things to choose from in a night, and it seems to create a blas’e attitude. in montreal, we couldn’t even get a staff discount on a cookie. but here in wabigoon, artist, audience and host are equal parts. which i love.

i don’t love these frickin mosquitos. i must run for cover!