Tonight’s show was at a little club called Media Club. Great little venue, good sound, really enthusiastic audience.

The house engineer totally perpetuated a Canadian stereotype, however. He briefed me on the room, and then I set about my soundcheck. I was a good half-hour in, cruising along, and all of a sudden he materialized at my elbow:

Him: “Sorry!”

Me: … long pause … “Sorry for what?”

Turns out, he was anxious – that the room was too small, or maybe too big, or somehow otherwise not to my liking – that the sound wasn’t good enough – that he hadn’t been helpful or accomodating enough – that, generally and non-specifically, he had somehow in the last half hour failed me in some way. I was able to reassure him, and he eventually retreated, relieved. Adorable :-)