We got through customs in a matter of two hours, snagged only by Al geniunely forgetting he had been arrested in Portland in 1989. Show was a benefit for the promoters recently orphaned nephews. Five bands played before us, and varied from thrashy-Braid to the finnabe Rollins Band type band that played before us and introduced us as "From Chicago, and not nearly as good as us" -- which, so far, was a characteristicly negative moments from the Winnepegians we have encountered. Motherfuckers here are dissastisfied. Sour and ready to tell you for several minutes, while coating your face with a fine mist of Labatt beer'd spittle.
Off to another place in Canada!