Chasing Rock and Roll, the backstory:
2020 was weird for everyone and I found myself in the strange position of not looking forward to anything but looking back for comfort. All the way back to the late 90s when my band did a couple of tours in Canada. I ended up writing a love song to them and realizing how much that time together shaped who I was to become.
The details are all true, right down to someone in London bugging me to listen to Blue Rodeo and gifting me one of their albums and me being an obnoxious American and dismissing what would become one of my all-time favorite bands. The El Macambo and Hotel Brunswick were two places I remembered playing. I remember wandering into Don Cherry’s Sportsbar and watching a hockey game instead of going to soundcheck. I remember hanging with band members from ’63 Monroe, Landslide and Osterberg and staying at one of their houses where the only food in the fridge was Labatt’s 50s and a couple of ketchup packets. I remember cutting my arm open on my guitar strings and finishing the set with someone else’s guitar and bleeding all over it, I remember it being one of my favorite places to tour, falling in love with Canada and not wanting the tour to end.
I sifted through old boxes of photos and a VHS tape of us performing and made a video that is definitely a rose coloured rear view of that time. You may not have known us but you knew someone that was just like us.