While I was walking down the street on my second day in Winnipeg, I saw this poster.
Well, OK, that’s a lot of posters. But I looked closely and saw this –
This is Frank Zappa’s son Dweezil playing the music of his father, and playing it quite well, by all accounts. This show was in Montreal a little bit before me, and in Toronto a little bit after me, so I was assuming that it would be in some city at the same time as me. And I was right. That city was Winnipeg. And the venue was, literally, across the street from the place I’d be performing Jesus In Montana.
Look, I’m standing on the corner of Market and Main, looking towards where Dweezil will play…
then I turned around and took a pic of where I’ll be playing. Across the street. In case you didn’t believe me.
The only thing was – the Zappa show happened on my opening night, at exactly the same time! No way I could make it. None at all.
I suppose it would help if you knew what a huge Zappa fan I am. Well then – I’m a huge Zappa fan. Now you know.
But I figured that if you have to miss a show, the coolest way to miss it is if you’re doing your own show. Right? Right!? Thanks. I feel better.
Later that night, after my show, I went to the beer tend and walked past these guys.
Obviously they weren’t standing like this when I walked past them, but I did notice their shirts, asked them if they were at the gig. Duh. I then made them give me a note-for-note rundown of the show, which they were still very excited about. I missed a good one, it seems.
But then again, Dweezil missed seeing my show, so I feel kinda bad for him, too…