Holy Sons

Burning down the temples of insidious coercion,,, ripping down the curtain to find the True Controller!,, smashing thru the veil of entertainerist marionette-isms in a rebellious ecstasy,,, bringing truth with a big T in a van full of 4 sweaty guys that are often mistakenly identified as "losers" by a completely innocent general public,,, rocking into the future-clouded-memories of those who did not have time to figure out what the opening band was called,,,, its HOLYSONS!,,, receiving parking tickets in intervals of time and space previously thought 'unslice-able'...
Today's tale comes from what began as a simple Montreal show in the beautiful Corona Theatre...

..decided to drive out of Montreal after the show in search of a hotel,, slamming Jameson/Jim Beam hour after hour in a traffic jam stretching endlessly towards the US,, ...we finally cross the border with friendly shitfaced smiles but every hotel on the entire East Coast is full,, some sort of convention center bullshit at every single exit,, another hour and then another into an endless black non-destination,, finally give up and pull off to the side of the road,,, open the van doors wide to compete with encroaching claustrophic humidities and cram body onto the wet floor underneath the van chairs to sleep to the sound of rattling trucks and rain as the sun comes up..10-4