Bonsoir, je n'ai aucun poisson

Despite the ribbing I took from my much hipper, cooler acquaintances
(who only listen to Franz Ferdinand and Sufjan Stevens), the Willie
Nelson and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band concert was excellent last
night.  What can I say?  Both are part of growing up in rural
Saskatchewan and ironically, the opening act are probably more of a
strong memory for me while Willie Nelson is an artist I've come to
appreciate more as I've gotten older.

Very rare was the party during high school where the Nitty Gritty Dirt
Band's Greatest Hits album wasn't played.  (I can hear Quinn
snickering – he tells the tale of having a prairie based pen pal when
he was younger who kept raving about the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – being
from Vancouver, he was sociologically incapable of understanding

Now we're in Montreal at our hostel which will be home base for the
next week.  Just met a group of students who are up from Waterloo
and another guy who's from Calgary and that's one of the great things
about staying in a hostel.  Shea and I are going to head out in a
bit and just have a wander and enjoy the ambiance of the city on a
Friday night.  There's a Habs playoff game on as I type and if Les
Habitants win, it's going to be nuts. Au river…

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