If you didn't notice from the rest of my page,
I happen to have a thing for quotes :). Hopefully I haven't mixed up any
concepts or altered any meanings by clipping them like this. Enjoy, they
are rather amusing!
it would probably hurt us if people knew how boringly normal we really
are. If you want to look at our (tour) rider to see what we eat and drink
you can, but do people really care about our personal lives that much?"
- Raine Maida
the songs ARE almost ballads because a lot of them started on this record
from acoustics." Pointing to Jeremy, Mike remarks, "As soon as HE starts
hitting everything, it's like, 'Oh jeez! He's at it again!'"
able to do all those things I used to hear in my head when I was beginning
in music," Maida says, "which tends to be more like those female singers
with acrobatic voices. I've been able to implement that more on this record,
so hopefully that'll keep happening as I get better as a singer." "...and
slowly turn into a woman," cracks Taggart
people listened to the music than jump on each others heads" - Raine Maida
to shut up so we can play as much music as we can for you." - Raine Maida
"But I can't
really do all that low, miserable stuff," Maida laughs. "My voice is just
too high for that!"
doesn't like [the sex symbol title]. He's very uncomfortable with that
but people perceive what they want to perceive. Raine is a good looking
guy which can be a little detrimental because I think he is a brilliant
lyricist and I think the message of his lyrics sometimes gets obscured
by the fact that people will read them with the script of him being this
sex symbol boy. Not that there's anything wrong with being a thirteen year-old
girl but I'm sure some of them are missing possible meanings of a song
hear it as a love song and anything that [is detrimental to] the music
to us is bad." - Mike Turner
whatever we hear in our heads, hopefully we can get close enough to that
on tape," explains Maida, on the verge of adopting a conspiratorial tone.
"With videos, what we see in our heads might be difficult to present because...
a director always has their own kind of movie that they want to do."
thought you were open to interpretation..." I ask.
But umm, shit," he replies, his voice trailing off.
caught you there but I think I got ya, I think I got your back here," chirps
Turner, the band's resident philosopher. "The video, like Raine said earlier,
really reinforces a single interpretation."
a band that comes in after a gig and pats each other on the back. It's
very rare when we're sitting down and go, 'That was good.' Most of the
time we get mad and don't talk to one another for an hour and a half."
- Jeremy Taggart
if Eacrett was still in the band, we'd all start to really get insular
and try to do our own things personally and it would probably break everything
up," says Taggart, with the diplomacy of a U.N. representative.
of shat..." begins Maida.
Turner emphatically yells, employing his skills as an English Lit major.
on the creative spirit of the band, on what we had on the first record,"
blurts out Taggart,
disinterested in the conjugation of the verb 'shit.'
Peace are not exactly perfect angels when it comes to this interesting
ritual. With a devilish grin, the guitarist fondly recounts a tale about
a tour with Vancouver's Salvador Dream: "We put vaseline on his kick pedals,
condoms over the microphones, and baby powder in the hi-hats so when he
went to play them this cloud of baby powder filled the stage and didn't
clear up for the next three songs! It was classic!" Just for the record,
nothing extraordinary happened during their set that night. Maybe the band's
paranoia surrounding the final gig was a prank, in and of itself.
We've just had a bus change and Kevin (the tour manager) and Duncan (the
bass player) are molten mad at Raine (the singer), Mike (the guitar player)
and I. It seems we didn't help the poor fellas move enough gear! Well,
I for one take this opportunity to apologize.
Anyway, after that stuff was all finished, I started to get a little bored
so I decided to take on the position of "stir it up guy" (a well-known
figurehead posture) in the OLP camp and got into a small arsenal of fireworks
that had taken residence in my bag (just in case of a rainy day). I then
went on to show my wares to Raine and realized from the sparkle in his
eye, I need not even pick up a match. I had an accomplice.
We then needed a victim and Mike just happened to walk into the hotel room
to use the bathroom (which is the world's best place to spark up one's
peaceful moment with a lady finger or two, look it up if you don't believe
me). Raine then took the opportunity to arm himself and foolishly try the
"stuff it under the door after you light it technique." Next thing you
know, Mike has barely sped up his natural bowel movement and Raine has
the bells of St. Mary's ringing in his head with a black thumb to boot!
Luckily, Lonnie (our guitar technician) needed a fresh towel for the pool.
We told him there was one in the bathroom (there wasn't), and this time
Raine was armed with about 35 lady's on a string. He lit them and dropped
them on his feet, burned his legs, then rolled backwards like an orangutan
on crack while Lonnie watched laughing. I then ran from the room and hid
on the bus whilst Raine tried fanning the smoke away from the fire alarm
that had gone off. Foiled again!
Next up came Duncan. Don't forget our friendly bass playing buddy is in
a (very rare for him) sour mood. Raine collected the last of the little
lady's and put them in a real Bronx bomber with the help of a handy dandy
twist tie and while Duncan was on the phone, Raine cleverly (practice makes
perfect) put the crackers in a paper bag next to Dunky's head. Seconds
later Dunk comes running onto the bus screaming at the top of his lungs
(we were the only ones that could hear him; he certainly couldn't.)
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