We played the show that night (Aug 4th) with The Wolfnote, and with Searching For Chin, (pictured, right) who were on the last leg of their last tour before they played their final show ever. It was nice to get to play with them on one of their final shows, especially since at least a few of us Knifes are big Chin fans.

Probably the best part of the night, for me at least, was when the singer for Searching For Chin and I were talking and he was trying his hardest to figure out where he remembered me from. We both assumed it was from a show in Halifax that they had played, but eventually something triggered his memory, and he looked at me intently and shouted this name: The Khedive!!! Somehow, through some bizarre twist of fate, this guy had managed to see a shortlived hardcore band that I had sang for in highschool. We didn't play any out of town shows, at least not while I was in the band. And that had been close to 8 years ago. How he managed to remember not only the band, but also my face is entirely beyond me.

After the show, while we were piling all our gear back into the van, we were surprised to see another van pulling in, and blocking our way out. The headlights went out, the doors opened, and who popped out but our favourite Halifax pals, The Burdocks!

They were playing the same venue the next night, and had decided to come by early to see if they could catch us. It was great to see Seth, and I was able to slide him a copy of our cd so they could listen to it on the road. (We had already listened through their's at least 2 times since Halifax, which isn't far.) We hung out for a bit, and then decided it better to pack up and try to get a headstart on the road before it got too late, to take some time off the next day's long haul to Montreal. We made it almost as far as Edmunston, which is one of my favourite little towns in New Brunswick, and we parked the van in a field, where half of us set up a tent, and the other half slept in the van. (I got the floor of the van, and consequently, a sore back.) The next day, while stretching our legs, everyone got our first good look at Matt's feet, and noticed that he had brought with him a pair of Homer Simpson slippers. We didn't know it at the time, bot those slippers, which soon became known simply as his Homers would make their presence felt for the rest of the tour, as Matt would eventually abandon his shoes entirely and refuse to wear anything but his Homers at all times. Homers in the van, Homers downtown every city, Homers on stage. Matt was promising to take leisurewear to a new level.

By the way: It was this photograph, taken in Edmunston NB that resulted in Matt's tour nickname, L'il Brother.
Look how adorable he is! He's just excited to be here!