Went to see Kids Eat Crayons. It was a total Plateau evening, involving the 165, then the 144.
Then a crazy Indian place on Prince Arthur, where (natch) two workers had not shown up for work and they were swamped. But the BYOB white wine was absolutely brilliant.
Around 10:30 we headed to the club and while it wasn’t packed, I saw Ben (Henriques, absolute to the right) and these dudes are, umm, quite insane. Quite clinically disturbed. But in a GOOD way. Like the resident of 64 C/104, who likes to pick dandelions and then only eat the tiny inner petals. No harm done.
But the earplugs were a stroke of genius! We were the only ones right, right next to Ben’s monitor, and the bass was pulsing so hard I thought ventricular fibrillation was not an impossibility.
And here’s a pic of the band. Ben is on the far right. These dudes need some serious drugs for their condition, and I’m not sure if Health Canada covers these particular ailments. So donate, donate, donate.
My heart is there with you—they will be cured one day.
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