“Skeletons in the Closet Tour 2009” – October 5th, Vancouver, BC
By: Derrick Nau of Skeletonwitch
Today, sadly, is our last day in Canada. The great land of maples has been very good to us and I’m torn between being bummed about leaving and stoked to be coming back to the good ol’ USA! Everything is expensive in Canada, especially smokes, but the fans are fucking awesome. It’s great to see a room full of people who are so genuinely excited to be at a show and supporting heavy metal! We have never been to most of these places in Canada but the rooms are full and the kids are rabid when we take the stage. It’s an awesome feeling.
We are playing at the Commodore Ballroom this evening and I’m hoping it will be a blow out. I need to go right now for sound check, but I’ll finish this afterward…
I am now sitting in a Flying J restaurant eating hash browns and drinking coffee trying to remember what happened to me last night. The show was killer and I think the band played really well. Then disaster struck. Well, not exactly. We had some vodka and jager from the night before and that got sucked up pretty quickly. We were all feeling pretty buzzed up and then Bodom decided to up the ante. We have been hanging out with them on and off during this tour but last night was the big leagues. Alexi started pouring shots of Jameson and Henkke made sure I never had less than two beers at a time. I’m surprised I didn’t leave all of my belongings in the dressing room. I’d shit my pants if I could not play Zelda for the DS in the van.
Bodom got us drunk. Chance and I had a food fight and were whipping oranges at each other all over the venue. I think Chance juiced an orange all over my shoes while I wasn’t paying attention and I sent a hail of pulpy missiles at him. None of them hit of course. Bodom got us drunk remember? Chance and I have a habit of throwing shit at each other when we are drunk. Weird.
The Black Dahlia Murder used their heads and had left by this point. So of course we ransacked all their catering and demolished whatever they had left. I think that’s what led to someone (who shall remain nameless) throwing up between the van and trailer, which I pissed on to “wash it away.”
OK. Time to go. I immediately fall into a drunken sleep (probably with my mouth wide open catching flies) on my bench seat and we drove the short distance to our hotel. I don’t remember any of this. Apparently I refused to leave the van again. Nate was shaking me and shouting at me to go into the hotel. I was trying to be sneaky and would slowly pull my sleeping bag back over my head (if I did it slowly, he wouldn’t notice right?) Eventually I think he tried to pick me up out of my seat and I struggled with him and told him to “fucking relax man!” This probably annoyed him because he then said something along the lines of “well fuck you then,” and slammed the door and went inside.
I woke up bleary eyed and confused with no idea where I was. I was wrapped up in a tangle of everyone else’s sleeping bags but mine and a wicked headache. I earned it I suppose. Seattle or bust!
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p.s. Bodom got us drunk
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