when the amp blows and it’s not because they’re playing too loud but because their equipment’s so old. Moony Bedard turns to the rest of the guys to see if they want to keep going acoustic, but the drummer Lepine says, ‘My hemorrhoids hurt and I wanna go home.’ Half done murdering a Franglais cover of ‘The Thrill Is Gone’ and the evening’s over. The house music comes on to cover for them, but the twenty or so people who turned up for the gig barely register the changeover. Moony packs up the bass and by the time they’ve got the van loaded Stef is already asleep in the passenger side. They all stand on the pavement looking at each other, Lepine dancing from one foot to the other trying to stay warm, Felix with his hands in his pockets and Stef, drooling, face pressed against the glass in the background. Moony says, ‘Well,’ and the other guys say, ‘Well,’ and they all nod a bit more and then Moony says, ‘Well,’ again, but with more finality.
