Vocals, Uke, Guitars: | John K. Samson |
Percussion, Vibes: | Paul Aucoin |
Piano, Vocals: | Christine Fellows |
Electric Bass, Double Bass, Trombone, Vocals: | Doug Friesen |
Drums, Percussion: | Doug MacGregor |
Vocals: | Brian Poirier |
Lead Guitar: | Shotgun Jimmie |
Saxophones: | Jeremy Strachan |
Cello: | Leanne Zacharias |
Oh the streets of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas fill with
smoke. The doorbell rings, I put my controller down, then
pick it up and shoot some things. Later, the darkness hits
reboot and the loneliness increases. She said she’d come back
home when I write my master’s thesis. Oh the hours I spent in
the archives wearing cotton gloves, shuffling photos from the
Ninette Sanatorium Halloween parties. Emaciated ghost hiding
in those curtains’ creases, I’ll let you haunt the world when
I write my master’s thesis. No more marking first year papers.
No more citing sources. So I left home, cried the bumpy ride
to Highway 23 and started west. They’ll be there to say that
I don’t need to take their stupid test, greet me with banners
and balloons, and my hard drive smashed to pieces. Nothing
left for me to save, when I write my master’s thesis. It’s
all going to change when I write my master’s thesis.
Inspired by the search for connection and community, his hometown of Winnipeg, and our individual and collective struggles with addictions to drugs, screens, and fossil …