Any negative tone toward Tricky Woo is intended for humourous purposes only and must be considered in context with Letter 4.
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Jeff Stone
PO Box 7156
Station A
Toronto, ON
M5W 1X8
Canada
Dear Friends,
What follows is a continuation of notes I made on my coast-to-coast travels.
Tricky Woo Get Their Comeuppance
After playing The State in Regina, Bionic and Tricky Woo went on to Calgary and Vancouver. Vancouver is where Tricky Woo's van broke down. They would still be able to make their July 1 gig in Edmonton, but they would have to cancel their live Edmonton TV show appearance on June 30.
Suddenly, "Wired" had to fill a spot. So they booked a couple of travelling musicians from Toronto. Some guy named Jeff Stone and another named Tom Glenne.
They "took" our gigs in Sudbury, Thunder Bay, Winnipeg, and Regina. We got 'em in Edmonton. We got the TV appearance.
I played well, and apparently made the show look like an '80's video by following the camera on quick cuts. The director thought it was hysterical that I seemed to know which camera was on me and when. Of course, it was purely coincidental, he assumed. It was not coincidental. I went to Ryerson. You watch the tally light.
Tom and I were interviewed, and after the commercial, Tom started into his song "God Invented The Weekend". Unfortunately, he was cut off, and they fonted his name wrong (Tom Glen). Still, for purposes of a Video Biography, he has footage of himself. Also he made an appearance on TV, any way you look at it, which looks good on a regular bio, too. And, fellow aspiring musicians, this is how "the story" is made when you are building reasons for music industry people to become interested in you.
Tom and I went to a jazz jam house party. Leela was already there. Musicians were just going up and finding the groove, and it was great to listen to.
The Jason Incident
I got hungry, and there wasn't any food at the party, so I took a walk until I found a Pizza 73 that was open. I made my order, and asked how long it was going to be. I was told five minutes. I went for a walk. I came back five minutes later. A different woman was at the register.
"Is my order ready?" I asked.
"Yes. That'll be $43.81."
"I don't think that's my order."
"Are you Jason?"
"No."
"Oh, okay. Your order will be ready soon."
I sat down. A guy walked in. I thought I'd have some fun, just for my own entertainment.
"Jason!" I exclaimed.
He stopped, and looked at me carefully. "Yes?"
"They tried to get me to pay for your order."
He looked puzzled, and proceeded to the register.
"Are you here to pick up an order", asked the cashier.
"No, I haven't made an order yet."
Now think about this for a second. This guy's name was in fact Jason, and that's what I called him on the assumption that he was picking up his order. I was wrong. It wasn't that guy, and out of all the names in the world, I still called him by his correct name. I'm sure I sent him to therapy.
"They're following me! They're following me!" said Jason to the psychiatrist, as he rocked back and forth.
Until my next letter,
Jeff Stone