One of a few moonlighting rock-n-roll excursions, courtesy of Mel. Played drums with Tomorrow's Friend, opening up for Enon at Pop Montreal. It was mostly good times until everything was stolen from the trunk of the car. Subsequently, and minus passports, we spent a few hours at the border trying to get back home. The worst loss were 3 rolls of shot, but unprocessed film. That hurt. They can have the damn iPod, but you know they just tossed the film. Bitchin light in the hotel room from this roll still in the camera that was with me. Photos
