2009-04-11: Planks at the Atlantic Trap & Gill

Never say never! Our piratical and sea shanty days apparently long since behind us (save in our name and iconography), a friend of a relative (and here's where the chain breaks down somewhat, the story garbles, producing results that are difficult to believe). At the end of it, we found ourselves engaged to play a backbreaking three sets this Saturday night at the Atlantic Trap & Gill (612 Davie at Seymour), the home away from home for teeming legions of Maritimers guiltily enjoying the clement climate on the We(s)t Coast. And play we will, musical notes sweating and bleeding down our little arms as we motor through three sets, the first starting at 8:30 pm, then 9:45, then 11. At midnight, we're done... or we cast our nets and chumbuckets to the weird Sargasso of Granville Street and see what treasures we can troll up from the briny deep.

Update! A grand old time was had by all, the gang achieving their most efficient ever square-feet-per-musician ratio in an elaborate arrangement of interlocking mic stands and music holders. I don't think the poor fellows at the Trap & Gill knew what to expect, and by golly we knocked them for a loop from our contorted corner.

Thanks to Qousqous for the photo!