|The sleepy suburb of Shawbridge|
The Sheets to the Wind tour has begun! Yesterday, with us all moved-out, homeless, and ready to venture into the world, the Argyles, Alexei Martov, and an assortment of groupies departed for Shawbridge, a sleepy suburb 1 hour north of Montreal. Why would the Argyles depart to this distant and unexplored region? Was it part of their goal to become Quebec’s next cowboys fringants?
The house was empty upon arrival. Our ad on the MOC listserv had failed to draw the large crowds of muscular youth that we had expected. Soon after, however, a car with license plates from Oregon pulled into the driveway. Two young girls and began speaking in a tongue so unlike American I was caught off guard. But then it clicked: they were speaking Quebecois. My eyes lit up; this was our big chance. If we could win them over, we would become two fans closer to fame and fortune in Quebec.
|The Chicks were totally into us|