As we left Ontario things abruptly turned into french, and as soon as we were through Montreal the hills started to grow into scenery so gorgeous it would make postcards shudder and die of shame. After a 15 hour trip we had arrived in Fredericton. The venue smelled of urinal pucks and broken dreams. After the load in and some disappointment in the venues choice of p.a. speakers it began.
Soundcheck, and show time.