
Last night studio mixing party
“So,” I thought…4 weeks of being walled up in Wrightway studios (Baltimore, MD), album done, and grinning ear to ear, why not get away for a bit until the action heats up?”
After an all day and night session, at 6AM early Monday morning we declared the new album a wrap after making a few final edits. An hour and a half later I hitched a ride to BWI (that’s Baltimore-Washington International airport kids) shooting for a connecting flight at Newark NJ, to take me from there to my final destination of Montreal, Quebec. With visions of fine Quebec ale, hockey and poutine clouding my already sleep deprived eyes, I sat in the terminal pondering the awesomeness of the Suffocation show that I also was planning on attending that evening.
However, upon my arrival at Trudeau airport outside Montreal, after waiting 1 hour in the primary immigration line, I found myself directed to the ‘extensive interrogation room’ by Canadian immigration officials. There, I stood in line for 2 hours, moving a total of 30 feet, as they processed roughly 12 people before me, only to have a quick 2 minutes interview, and be sent on my way. I felt like I was trapped in a Soviet bread line. The immigration guards were standing around drinking coffee and laughing, only periodically asking us to come forward, watching us toil in our misery. Additionally, after that mess, 3 and half hours after I landed, I had to search for my bag…
THEN, bag in hand, and racing for the exit, Canadian customs pulls me aside for another line, and another interrogation/search of my bag. It makes me wonder, exactly what about my profile makes me such a target? The sheer inefficiency was astounding, and the way I was treated led me to believe they knew I was either A) A Washington Capitals fan, or B) They do not like critically minded American metalheads entering their borders to pillage and drink their fine ales whilst cavorting with their women and speaking English openly on the streets! Either way, I finally exited purgatory about 7:30 PM and made my way downtown to enjoy the show, whereupon 36 hours of no sleep later, I finally tasted my first Quebec ale.
Ultimately, I am happy to be here, and know the record is done. 2010, here we come.