OOOOOH Canada...... is bloody great.
QUICKLY First: New song up on the front page "LUNATICS' is chirpy and uke heavy and fabulous and from the new album available soon soon soon....
SO: Here's some pictures of me and my record breaking, award winning, mosquito-attracting tour of Canada with the excellent 'Miss Carolyn Mark's Hobo Circus'
There will be more (and perhaps some I'm actually in) once the other Circus freaks post their pictures too.
God it was bloody good, hippies, mild drugs, the most accordions in the world, standing ovations, beautiful and accommodating Dish Washers, Hillbillies shooting cans on the ranch porch, one eyed bikers, part time lesbianism, heavy metal drum machines, a lot of fuzzy water, fizzy beer, fozzy bear and so much more.
I'm going to put my tour diary up here in bits:
MONDAY JULY 27th...
On arrival at customs I was carrying my ukulele and a bag full of my own CDs...
'are you a musician Sir?'
'well, I try...'
'Are you on tour Sir? Do you have a VISA'
'......erm.......'
*Customs woman googles, yes actually googles, me*
I am sent to a dark room
"Mr Mosley' (new scarier officer)
"..er...yes'
'Now, are you going to tell me the same story you told the last officer, Sir, or are you going to tell me the truth...'
*fade to black*
One hour later I emerge from Calgary airport, deemed too small a fish to be fried by the diligent customs officers, thank god I'm a cult. I am greeted by a Clown.
It is 'Boozo the Clown' AKA Miss Carolyn Mark and her beautiful Tiger striped assistant Jay in full Circus regalia holding a 'Mr Paul Mosley' sign and saying 'wakka wakka wakka'.
Boozo explains that the red honking clown nose is from the local joke shop, they offered to show her the Professional range of clown noses but she 'didn't want to take it that seriously'.
There's the van, The Duchess, my new home. Tolan the guitar genius is in the driving seat, 3 quarters to pissed.
Diona the Fiddling Pirate is asleep in the back, holding a hula hoop.
Beautiful Tiger striped assistant Jay leaps up into the waiting van and stumbles over me so I am briefly face to 'face' with the proof that in the Hobo Circus, nobody wears underpants.
Welcome to Canada...