Morcheeba Day 17, Vancouver, BC

There is nothing quite like waking up at the border and being told to report to customs inside. They had us all lined up, half awake, sort of freaked out, while they sorted through our identities. For the most part it went pretty fast, a couple of the guys were questioned, but nothing more than a scare tactic. Once that was finally out of the way, we headed in to Vancouver.

It was nice to be back in Canada again, but the west coast is a very different vibe. The nieghbourhood the Commodore is in definitely has some sketchy corners. I think I said no to more panhandlers in an hour than I have in the last year combined. And unfortunately the coffee at Blenz just isn't a really good idea.

We didn't have a whole lot of time from the start, but we did get a few extra minutes to wander because the back alley where we had to load in was blocked by cars we were trying to get moved. Once we finally did get in, it was nice to be in a real venue with real gear. The show ended up being really good and it went by really smoothly. The crowd seemed to really enjoy it, but all we were only able to judge that by the massive green cloud hanging over them...

I stuck around at the club after the show to hang out with a friend I hadn't seen in a couple years who is now running the Commodore, then stopped by a pub down the street to meet up with a couple other of our people who were already there, along with guys from K-OS and Bedouin Soundclash. They ended up letting us stay pretty late, well after the place was closed, and told us stories of things like their tattoos, some good, some weird, some scary. Either way, it was nice to hang out in a place other than the bus for the night...