Up here in No. Vt. we're close enough to Quebec that many signs are in French and English. Montreal's a favorite stop for us. ...but it was -19F there this a.m.! ...so we stayed home, where it was a balmy -11F.

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When I was young for a number of years in the 80's American rock bar bands were very sellable, although some of the greatest bands I heard were from small towns in Canada. We toured throughout a lot of B.C. and Alberta, and were nearly booked into eastern Canada until we heard of the temperatures and the distances we would have to drive. But we saw a lot of product labels in both English and French. Foolishly we accepted a gig in Yellow Knife and had to fly there in frozen weather. Played a small community by Great Slave Lake and an up and coming band had just done a concert in the school gym before us called Loverboy. Remember seeing the signs in town on store windows.
We also did gigs up and down the highway in Alberta, I forget the name, but started in Brookes and went to Lethbridge, then Calgary, Red Deer, Edmonton, and during the summer we got some dream gigs in the parks. Jasper and Banff. Both beautiful gigs. But during the winter driving the freeway was eerie-- there were mini tornadoes of snow swirling on the road. Wish I took pictures. One of the most exciting times of my life was when we were booked into our first small town warmup gig in Brookes in a hotel/pub called The Oxford. Crossing the border, driving at night, and as we pulled closer to Brooks we could see the lights like an oasis in the middle of the night, and the Canadian radio was blasting "Who's Crying Now" by Journey. That moment is etched in my memory for life, very fondly. Our Canadian tours were always the best-- we stayed at nice places, got one free drink a set and a dinner if the bar had a dining room. And done playing by midnight!
One time we were booked into a hotel in the middle of winter and the middle of nowhere north of Edmonton. We drove off the highway onto a two lane road and after half an hour found this gorgeous hotel standing nearly alone, a couple small supply stores across the street. The rooms were beautiful, we had room service, and the club was very high end with a beautiful stage. We arrived in the afternoon and checked into our rooms then off to dinner. The dining room had fine oversized wood furniture, linen and full silverware service on the tables. Linen napkins! The wine was served by a wine guy. We had some of the best steak I'd ever had in my life.
I asked the bartender why the beautiful hotel was built in the middle of nowhere. It turned out that there were oil field barons and cattle ranchers that owned a lot of land and money, and they had all gotten together to build a class hotel in the middle of nowhere so they could take their wives to a nice restaurant. We started at 8:00 every night and were done by midnight. Man, those were the days! Still love chips and gravy!
