Three Strikes
Two potential shows this week and I couldn’t make it out to them. That is the textbook definition of absolute suckage. And it gets better.
One of the promoters of one of the great rooms in Toronto, Brian Coughlin, is promoting a show that I’d love to be at as well. But it’s Friday and I won’t be in town. Such is the life.
It’s a show called “Bye Bye W!” (I’ve taken to calling it “Bye Bye Dub!”, my smallest of small shout-outs to the Everly Brothers) and is at Second City Toronto at 11:00pm on Friday. Why am I hating not being around for this? Here’s why…