First of all, DO NOT ASK who will be nominated for any big Canadian music awards next April. I do not know. I do not!!!!! I have no idea!!!!!!!!!! Don't ask because I will not tell...because I don't know.
After hangin in the studio lounge for five hours- just like the bad ol days!- Jethro and I left the studio for our hotel and dinner. I was so pleased that the Canadian Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences footed the bill. THANK YOU CARAS! Especially with the weather turning nasty, I appreciated it.
We drove downtown and he signalled left. "Oh my gosh, are we staying here?"
"Yeah, this is our hotel for the night."
"AWESOME! We're staying in the castle!!"
Now it doesn't take much to amuse me, we all know that, but seriously, this is, I am pretty sure, the nicest hotel I've ever stayed in. And this is good considering that for a little hick farm girl, I'm quite well travelled. Again, Thank you CARAS for all the travel opportunities!
(There have to be one or two perks to being married to the overworked underpaid music biz.)
This castle was built in about 1902 and was actually the London Armoury. I'm not sure on its history exactly, but it appears that the hotel was built straight up from the inside of the Armoury. I assume it would have been an open courtyard inside originally.
This is where we ate dinner on Friday night- and breakfast on Saturday morning.
Our room looked a lot like this, the biggest difference being that our room had some lovely black and white photographic prints, in black frames with white matting, of the old Armoury building. Classssssy!
Real wood furniture. Not particle board. There was no awful heater hum, and the room was the right temperature.
We were on the FIFTEENTH FREAKIN FLOOR BABY! It's not often I look down on the world from that height.
I did not nag anybody to floss teeth. I did not clean up after anybody or clean up after any critters. All I had to do was listen to nine men discuss the technicalities of recording/mixing for a few hours, and then I got my man all to myself for a few more hours!
Here's the funny thing: kid free and I talked about my kids at dinner. Of course. I was sitting beside the young assistant from the studio (great guy- smart, friendly, sort of looked like Brad Pitt with a buzzcut only younger, plus he was wearing a shirt with his actual skeleton printed on it in green) and talking about Our First Concert. His- Soundgarden, 1996, Down On The Upside. Me- Cyndi Lauper, 1984. My kids- White Stripes, 2005. And how Bucky is a huge Audioslave fan and we've recently broken down and decided heck, why not let him listen to Rage. Young Assistant Guy thought it was awesome that we're raising the new generation of metalhead. I'm glad somebody thinks so.
When we returned to the farm, where we'd stashed the kids and pets, on Saturday afternoon, I got a hug from that budding metalhead that melted my heart. My dog was beside himself with happiness and I got a lovely smile out of my daughter. Worth leaving home for? Worth coming home to!
The weather has been ugly here. Winter hit a week and a half ago and it's here to stay. I didn't ride my horses this weekend because it was either viciously windy or treacherous, with a crust of ice over the snow. I did give the horses their fall de-wormer, finally, and brushed their shaggy winter coats.
I feel that I spent most of the weekend driving. Altogether, including a trip into town with my Dad to shop at TSC, I was in a moving vehicle for 7 hours. I think I still have highway hypnosis.
Today it is both windy and icy. I'd rather blog than get in the truck and slide to the grocery store. I am not miles away from town. I'm in town. Five blocks. I have to suck it up and do it. We need food. Stock up and be ready for the next snowstorm. Go out and fight the bear.
That hotel room seems pretty far away right now...!