Oh, Ottawa….the city that By built…
This place occupies a special place in my heart, with all its regal majesty, culture + heritage. The sights are epic: the Rideau Canal, Parliament Hill, the Unknown Soldier, museums, consulates, the Byward Market, etc.
Speaking of the Byward Market, here’s a li’l rought snippet from our roving ventures with our Lemonaid Truck
->>>> Making friends over an ice cold one
But we didn’t come here to sight see this time (or at least it wasn’t our prime objective). No, we’re here b/c
We Made A Deal with the Devil, and until we(+he) showed up at Avante Garde Bar to install our Portage Gallery showcasing over 90 artists from around the globe, we had no idea how litteral (sic) the deal would be.
Here’s a burst of stills from outside the bar. Alex, Lisa, Andrzej + I are waiting for the owner/barkeep/+general_despot to show up. He lurches up just as Karol + Ringer pull up in our truck with the sound gear & check out the what-we-don’t-know-yet-to-take-as-a-bad-omen of a broken side-view mirror (apparently they threaded the needle and the needle lost).
Set to an excerpt from The Styrofoam Ones, whom had been touring with us since Kingston (and on thru to Cornwall), played later that night.
So we may have gotten off to a rocky start (and even midway point, where the Czar of the ‘Bar, after we all rigged the space and are in the midst of tossing a killer party, can’t even comp a glass of OJ freshly-squeezed from a bag of condensed sugar water. And I know he squeezed it between his ass cheeks but I still don’t think it was worth the $3 bucks…. I definitely think this warrants a visit from the Terror Clown on our return trip -> If only b/c I’m disappointed in myself for actually paying for it!)
And lastly, here’s another excerpt from the throwdown that night. Daiquiri. The Styrofoam Ones. Times Neue Roman. Garbageface. Self-explanatory enough.
->>>> EN GARDE, “avante garde!!!”
Oh wait! I actually did manage to squeeze in some sight-
seeing…
->>>> and almost get squeezed in by a bus!!! This is me on my flying land-canoe, tearing down Rideau from Parliament hill towards meeting up with my tour mates in Byward Market. Yes, that is a bus honking at me.
->>>>> HEYWATCHOUT!
->Crewper. Krusty