The scene was set in a Montreal park on St-Jean Baptiste weekend, Quebec’s national holiday, June 2007. We were hanging out in the park, hiding our beers from the cops, eating grapes and nacho chips. Enter Erik Virtanen with guitar case in hand. He joined us on the picnic blanket that had become rumpled over [...]
A quick story about Montreal cops. They have their pig members and moments i’m sure- every group everywhere has their bad eggs- but this group has been surprisingly rational and dear in my experience of late, so, though I have a knee jerk hate-on for authority and power as big as anyone’s, I gotta give [...]