the antichrist did indeed warm our little hearts, and whatdya know, he didn't have me choked out for telling him 'good show'! (i'm looking at you, mr axl (corn)rose)....band and crew were nothing but welcoming and helpful, so much thanks to mr manson and his crew..

and for the no-thanks, a big fuck you to the redneck at the local calgary pub attended after-show by our beloved new rhythm guitar player, stacy straye....stacy just wanted to play a simple round of pool with you, maybe even become pals! when you brushed him off repeatedly tho, and he called you a dick, there was no need to cheapshot his face into the elephant man! two left hooks, and suddenly we've got the kid from 'mask' in our band! whaaaaa?!? awww, welcome to the rough road stace! our fault, we forgot to tell you bout that black cloud that loves to follow us, hahaha.... swelling's gone, and a descent story for the books.....and a warning to all: don't try to play pool in calgary with fat fuck redneck babies that don't like to share....

that'd explain why, in the few subsequent shows, you only might have seen stacy's left side...didn't matter tho, dude fucking killed it every show from victoria to halifax..next to him, on the kit, you also got a load of ball-busting beats every nite from one who goes by daz...dazzer beat the shit out of his kit, as well as every city's ears each nite, and with the addition of these two beasts, die mannequin is now firing on all cylinders---keeping on with the massacre...together, we will, more now than ever, slay bad music!

as usual, yours truly, and our reigning queen of self-destruction, little miss failure, did not emerge completely unscathed tho....myself, just a little gash over the eye thanks to dazzer wailing on a six-stringed instrument he had no control of (hey, he's a drummer, whatdya expect?!), while ending our set with a trade-off with care, making our beautifully chaotic noise....no biggie--thx for the road-wound my friend! 

care, though, was not so lucky--her angry bones finally sought out the vengeance they've been looking for, after years of tossing them around/beating them, all for the sake of a good show....while playing the intro to the first song of the set in halifax friday nite, her usual shenanigans caused her foot to roll weird...nothing too strange, as she makes the stage her personal playground/beating victim for 40 mins a nite, jumping 7 feet off of it a few times to visit the crowd...well, this little roll of her foot broke two bones in her foot, but she plays the song anyways...tune's done, and all she asks is 'wrap it in duct tape and gimme a valium!'...well she got the tape, and played that show like any other, and yes, including 2 jumps to the floor/crowd! she's no idiot, she's a rock n roll fuckin trooper....AFTER the show is when i took her to the hospital and with the help of dazzer's local cousin/dr steve feelgood, and got her a nice xray and big honkin cast as a souvenier from halifax!  unfortunately, that made the last show of the tour, in moncton, a no-go...and for this, care and we feel ever-so-sad....cuz we know moncton is the badass, sludge-loving son of new brunswick...not to worry though, we will be back sooner than later...cool?

and that was that! thanks again to all who rocked with us, bought our shit, and had us sign it---you rule, and we do this for you...also, a huge thanks to our rookie-now-veteran of the road, josh, er junior, er tacos, errrr, the coolest/most competent tech this band's ever had the pleasure of rolling with! dude, you killed it---he was the floppy-haired little punk you saw playing 'bad meds' and 'don't say motherfucker, motherfucker' with us every nite too---he's a multi-tasker, and a true genius! so thanks brother....you may have also seen the elusive figure known as mr butterscotch chasing care around every nite, and helping tacos apply duct-tape to care's broken ass-kicker....thanks to you, brotha, our shit coulda slipped out at the seams if not for you....now get back to managing this fuckin band!

canada, you ruled, and allowed us to destroy a stage in your town each nite for a month...so thank you, from the bottom of our heartless pits...we love you! ha.....

see y'all next time....

anthony bleed, dm