This is our drummer's last gig with us - he's playing
in the band, 'Bad Apple' and needs to be able to devote more time to them -
but strangely enough, I don't feel the bittersweet mixture I thought I might
about his leaving. I only feel happy to play on stage with him one more time.
True to his form, Doug Grant played his hardest, his best… what he brings to
the stage every night. I know I speak for the entire band here: we'll miss you,
Doug. It's been awesome. Thanks.
So. Because Doug Grant is leaving the band, we decide to record the band so
the new drummer will have a copy of the live show to learn. The band decides
this. Doug Bennett has other ideas I guess, because this is when he decides
to forget the ending in Terminal City. And we got it on tape! About ¾ of the
way into the show, Doug Bennett makes the announcement that it's our drummer's
last show. He also alludes to a song that Doug Grant absolutely hates to play.
Then he calls Doug Grant from behind his drums to sing it - 'Mustang Sally'.
NO WAY! Doug Grant's defiance would've matched ten Doug Bennetts trying to force
him to the front of the stage. IT”S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! (Doug Grant's own words).
Just how dark red can a face get though? The word crimson just doesn't do it
justice enough. Needless to say, Doug Grant wins that one, stays behind his
drums, safe and sound. And the show is great. We play for two and a half hours,
one of our longest shows. Three encores: Satisfaction, which Doug Bennett has
the crowd sing; Cover Me With Roses (one of my favourites); and Drifting Away,
which is a great way to end it, and wind down. We don't play it very often.
Jake's rocks!
See you back here after Lac La Biche!