So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish...

Hey folks,

I am sad to say after nearly seven years of service- more if you include late night coffin factory jams, or basement jams reaching back into my doe-eyed teens- I am retiring. That's me, Maghan, the drummer and Panda blogger. Hot Panda will hopefully have a long and happy road ahead of them, but I will not be along for the ride. 

This band has made my twenties into a novel of epic proportions. Adventures, disasters, romance, horror, complex characters, plot twists, well you name it. The setting and the cast span the globe. For this, I will always be thankful- I have enough glorious stories to last my entire life, not to mention the amazing friendships...

I have learned a few things, I tell you. One, that Canada is achingly beautiful, from head to toe (and full of wonderful people). Two, that one must always travel with duct tape. And three, that it's hard to be human, and we can only do our best. There are many other lessons, but these seem to be the most relevant. 

I am going to miss everyone so much.

With lots of love,

xoMaghan 

GO OUTSIDE AND BUY GO OUTSIDE!

Oh hey!

Long time no chat, friends. I'm just writing to tell you guys something pretty exciting...our new record is out! Yes! And it's called 'Go Outside,' because that's what y'all should be doing during these lazy hazy days of summer...

We're really proud of this little guy, and them medias seem to be kind of in to it too! A nice review in Spin http://www.spin.com/reviews/hot-panda-go-outside-mint, a nice one in Q (you have to buy the magazine), and my favourite review of all...for his creative use of the made-up word 'shabangpussshits'!!! - http://www.syffal.com/hot-panda-go-outside

Also ye college radio fans, keep on spinnin the tunes! Number one in Edmonton on CJSR Weeeee!!! That feels nice!

Ok enough tooting our own horns, we pandas have been hard at work refining our craft in order to bring it to you LIVE starting on friday!

thus:

July 20- @ 5 PM Instore at Permanent Records- Edmonton
July 20- @ Gig O'Clock, The Pawn Shop- Edmonton
July 21- Amigos in Saskatoon
July 22- Winnipeg at the Lo Pub (With Boats!!!)
July 23- Regina at the Artful Doger

So hold on to your hats! We're comin at ya with a slew of bad jokes and goofy smiles, and an arsenal of rock, roll, and heavy fucking beats. Shabangpussshits!!!

Away we goooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The End of a Tour

Well hello pandanites!

This is the end. Tomorrow, we get on a plane bound for North America...in our home land once again we shall be. Well, in a few days, anyway...have a bit of a layover in Brussels, so watch out Belgium we´re coming at ya!!

Ok, so, since we last lazily wrote...after the crazy time in Wales, we made it to Liverpool and played at SoundCity- really felt like we were hardly there at all...mostly because we weren´t. First thing in the morning woke up and drove to Glasgow- played an afternoon show at the Stag and Dagger festival, said hi to some friends and cousins, then booked it alllllllll the way back down past London to the eurotunnel train thingy. THAT was a long day, I´ll tell you what. We slept in the van in the parking lot that night, tres romantique...

Next day we made it first to Ghent, where Heath picked up his bveloved (and beautifully repaired) guitar thanks to the wonderful soundman at Cafe Video. Then we got back in the van and zoomed to Amsterdam to return the gear and the van on time....phew. We were a stinky lot by the end of all of that.

Luckily we had a day in Amsterdam to chill before we got on a plane to Barcelona, which is where we´ve been for the last 10 days or so....waiting to play at the Primavera Sound festival.

Barcelona...oh so sunny...All of us are crispy like lobster fritters, but blissfully sunned and hopped up on Vitamin D (our pasty Vancouver flesh doesn´t know what to do about this!!). We stayed with some very lovely hosts and former Vancouverites- Tiffany (That Girl With Dark Eyes) and Francesca...even shot a music video with them on a magical spanish rooftop. Sigh...I´ve never eaten so much octopus in my life (one meal we had three different types. AWESOME). Also, if anyone hasn´t tried lemon fanta mixed with beer, it´s called a Clara, and I suggest you take one and sip it on a sunny patio near you RIGHT NOW.

And finally, Primavera...a festival I´ve wanted to attend for many many years now (I was so choked not to be able to go last year when Pulp played), and we played it!! The stage was right on the ocean, the backstage was a dock you could jump right off into the Mediterranean....what??!! We got plied with free Adidas swag and the kids came and watched our show and were happy...what more can I say? I was really nervous, truth be told...and had my eyes squeezed shut the entire time....but I think it went well! That and we got to watch Jeff Mangum play a swack of Neutral Milk Hotel songs in this beautiful auditorium. It´s possible that tears were shed. Great day.

Ok, signing off. Well be on tour again soon as our new album comes out next month! word!!!!!

xoxoxoxLES PANDAS

When in Wales...hang out with japandroids, cadence weapon, and los campesinos?

Oh hey.

SO we had a bit of a crazy time in Wales. A bit of a crazy time. It all started as we were driving in to Cardiff, feeling mighty proud of ourselves for successfully repairing an amp in London and then making it to Wales on time, and all for a reasonable price! The first guy we see in Cardiff, on the outskirts of town, he's wearing crazy purple shoes, and looks like kind of an odd bro. I jokingly say, 'so THAT's what a welshman looks like!'. 20 minutes later we walk in to the venue, and who is sitting there, but our welshman with the purple shoes. WHat?? How did he do that? We never got a chance to speak with him....but little did we know we would see him again the next day...in much less fortunate circumstances. I thought he was a good omen, now I think he might have been a bad one...as far as omens go. If you believe that hogwash!! Which I do.

We played a smooth show at 10 Feet Tall in Cardiff, then decided we needed some fish and chips comfort. According to our handsome sound man, we needed to hit Dorothy's, a chippy who's been there since the dawn of time. So I'm hunkering down guzzling my Scotch egg and curry chips (YES I AM), when who should saunter over but Rollie Pemberton (aka Cadence Weapon), a man from our very own home town of Edmonton. Um!! SO we're all hugging and stuff, when some more canadian sounding hipsters stumble out of the chippy with curry chips. I realize it's Japandroids- Dave used to live in my apartment and I still get his mail. Curse!! Actually he's just registered his address change so that doesn't happen anymore thanks Dave! SO anyway, the magnitude of this- Running into buddies from Canada in the middle of the night at a random fish and chip shop...well! THat's something isn't it? Turns out we'll see them all again at Primavera next week.

The next morning we leave our host's house only to find our van has been broken in to. BLehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. THe side window is smashed, and they've stolen a bag full of pedals (the gear, fortunately, is still safe and sound in the back). The window has been covered up by a good samaritan named Peter who left a note for us with the police contact info and saying he was very sorry this had happened to us. We waited for cops, got the full CSI fingerprint dusting ordeal on with, and as we're watching all this happen...WHO should show up but the guy in the purple shoes!!! He just saunters by!! WHAT?? Bad omen, I tell you. But then, we go back to try and find our previous night's host, who seems to have left in the meantime...when a voice from the apartment below asks us if we are Hot Panda. Turns out it's Rob from Los Campesinos....who just played in Vancouver at the Electric Owl where Heath works. He helps us out with his internet and a dustpan, plus shows us how to get to the music store. Crazy!!


We took off to get the glass repaired....in the back of our minds thinking we're not going to make it to Liverpool tonight...but somehow we do, we make it 20 minutes before we have to play, borrow a whole bunch of gear...play...and......we made it! we made it. we have triumphed through the crap, again. And had some very strange run ins!

And ate scotch eggs and curry chips. Yum!

Too tired for words.

Hot Panda

So this one time, in England, I fell in a river. Twice.

Pip Pip everyone. Pip Pip!

We've been on the old Island for nearly a week now. Jolly jolly pip pip ho! Yes they all talk like that here, and frankly, friends...it's contagious. Pip!

Ummm, but getting real. Our island life began in Brighton- a lovely seaside town if I do say so myself- at the Great Escape Festival. We got to hang out with lots of Canadians...weird seeing your Saskatoon and Edmonton buddies in Brighton of all places, but there it is. Had a great Canada blast party with the Sheepdogs, Slow Down Molasses, Born Gold, and Jordan Cook. Got day drunk! Ate japanese food! had tea by the sea and gossiped about minor Canadian celebrities, and it was Good! We didn't get a ton of time there, but we did manage to make some curry with our host Liam and watch the Mighty Boosh. Everybody look at the moooooon!

We played in Norwich next. Everybody told us it would be scary. Actually, it was lovely. We played in an old Church, on top of graves and corpses galore! Great stuff. Plus every single staff member there- from the sound guys to the bartenders, were the most attractive venue staff AS A WHOLE to date (no offence other bars!!). But damn. That was some attractive staff! Just sayin'.

Next came paradise. I am lucky enough to have the best family ever. My sort of aunts and uncles own a bunch of holiday cottages in Whitby, and donated one to the panda cause during our 3 (MUCH NEEDED) days off. We're talking a hundreds-of-years-old fisherman's cottage by the sea in Whitby. Picturesque as fuck. We were plunked right down by the bottom of the 199 steps that lead up to the ruined Abby on the cliff where Dracula lands in England in the story. First things first we get treated to this massive curry dinner courtesy of best family ever. Then we sneak up the cliff in the middle of the night, scale the wall to the Abby, and have the greatest mischevious panda bonding session ever...drinking red wine while looking down at the lit up town, up at the stars, and out over the ocean. It's hard to describe how quiet and amazing it was, sitting under all that abandoned stone...i think there were some photos taken...we'll have to get those up here soon. 

The next day we walked several kilometers down the beach down to my other uncle-ish's pub at Sandsend. Now, we, as Edmontonians...we dream of fish and chips but we never realize what we're truly missing as land-locked prairie kids. Now we know. Now we know. This fish, according to Iver, was probably still wriggling as of that morning. Battered in golden delight, it sat there...making us silently weep for what we never knew we didn't have. Mmmmmm. Best fish and chips ever. Best family ever!! After that meal we all passed out and didn't wake up till the next day....we probably needed that.

The next day we went kayaking on the river Esk. I fell in twice. I don't want to talk about it really, except that my abs hurt today from all the hysterical laughing I was doing as I rowed back to the docks soaked to the bone and fending off a menacing swan with my oar....Um!! We ate more delicious food, tried to find ghosts in our cottage to no avail, and jammed with some pretty cool teenagers in an old Vickerage. Not bad, for a holiday!

Well our time in paradise is up...time to return to the world of rock and roll, which brings us to Exeter tonight, at the Cavern pub, which is where i'm sitting now! About to rock!

We should go, but we love you. We really do!

XHP

Bye Continent!

Dear continent of Europe, goodbye! Today we set sail (on a train under the sea) to a little island that is still technically part of you but nobody refers to as 'The Continent'. As we leave your incredible hospitality and mischievous charm behind, we'll wipe the dewy tears from our hot cheeks....Oh ok. We're gonna miss it. Not like the UK isn't great, so looking forward to Brighton tomorrow, but man.....you were good to us, Continent.

Our last couple of shows were interesting...I was so excited to see Munich but we were so wiped by the time we got there, and the venue was kind of on the outskirts of town, and had band apartments above it...I'm ashamed to say I saw nothing of Munich except what was out the van window. So lame!!! I'm not about to be a complainer....but come on, one night in Munich, and you have to work?? Sometimes being a musician isn't fair :(

We then had a relaxing night off in Cologne, all of us again completely wiped, which was nice...us and our host Tommy watched Alfred Hitchcock movies and talked about American politics, and it was all very refined. We actually did manage to get out and see the Dom that day...then crawled back into our sleeping bags shortly after haha!

The Ghent. Oh Ghent, with your incredibly charming old buildings, canals, impeccably dressed hipsters, and delicious looking bistros where you get to make your own meatballs (yes this is a thing- and it's called Balls and Glory!!!). We were so unlucky inside of you... Yeah although the show went reasonably well, the club was cool and the town is, as previously mentioned, gorgeous...we had a bit of a set back when Heath snapped the headstock on his guitar, then I crushed my middle finger in a bathroom stall door (don't ask), then Heath got really sick (food poisoning?). Lucky for us though Ghent is also full of the nicest folks in the world apparently. Our sound guy Lieven (of the band Wax Dolls.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUBjJlROXKc yup!!!) was kind enough to LEND US A GUITAR FOR THE REST OF THE TOUR. I say this in all capitals because....WHAT??? Clearly we're not in North America anymore Toto!!! A man we had just met gave us his guitar in total trust, saying that musicians have to look out for one another and he hoped someone would do the same for him. Um!!! So kind, I was bowled over. Not only that but he took Heath's guitar in to the shop to get fixed while we go...we'll exchange them back later on our way to Spain. Crazy. So Crazy. My finger's a little better, too. So!

And last night in Paris was so great. At first I was a little unsure if anyone would come, since it was a holiday....but in true Paris form the kids started rolling in around gig o'clock, and thus the night began! Saw my lovely friends Maggie and Arno (pretty sure I'm spelling this wrong, sorry buddy!) an old Edmonton expat and her lovely Parisian husband. Mags it has been much too long. Spent most of the night snuggling with her little dog Charlie, which pretty much made my life! And randomly a slew of old improv friends happened to be in Paris so spent the night catching up with people I haven't seen in far far too long!! So nice, plus the kids seemed to enjoy the show, which, despite playing in a cage (i had to play in a cage!! ack!!) was really really fun. Gotta come back here sometime soon...

And with that we're gone! No more bread and cheese for breakfast, but I think I'll live!

Adieu tout le monde, until Spain...

XOXOXPANDA

The Swiss Family Rüegsegger, and other Swiss tales.

Alright, did I say my mind was blown last time? Well this time, my mind resembles baby food. Mashed carrots or pureed cauliflower...or something mushed and nasty! We drove out of Switzerland today, and I was actually choking up a little. Must we leave? Must we really??

After the show in Zurich, everybody told us all about this crazy venue we were playing the next night, called Bad Bonn. You'll think you're going the wrong way, they said. You'll be driving around in the middle of nowhere, and you'll think Tom Tom has taken you somewhere very strange indeed (she often does...). But just keep going and you'll find it. As we drive up, we realize just how accurate that description was....there's a sign hanging outside the venue cheekily exclaiming "Where the HELL is Bad Bonn?". It's in the Swiss mountains, in the county surrounded by farms and a gorgeous lake. If anyone has played in Canada, kind of similar to the Black Sheep Inn...but there's no town. Amazing hospitality once again, and the list of people who asked me to say hi to the promoter, Dukes, said something about how famous the venue is in this country. We played with this lovely woman, Matana, just her and her voice and her saxophone...she was amazing and got us all worked up and excited when we found out she had played her sax o the last Godspeed record.....coooool. Plus we saw sheep with little bells around their necks, AND we tried green sugar (mint sugar). Someone here told us that if you eat something you've never eaten before you get to make a wish. I'll get to make a lot of wishes this trip!! More about that in a bit though.

The next day was a radio day. We did two acoustic sets, one in Luzern (dairy land wooo!), and one in Zurich on Swiss national radio. This is a big thing for us, because we have never ever ever played acoustically before...um! so we're practicing in the van on our way to Luzern like, what should we play?? But it worked out ok, plus our new album cover made kind of a stir on the National radio- we found out what the german word for tiny penis is...um!!! Schabilis! Funny that that got said in front of 100 000 thousand people...eeee.

That night we got put up by Tatjana and the rest of the Rüegsegger clan. We met her at our Zurich show and her and her family were kind enough to host us the other night. I mean, like I said...mashed potato mind, these guys were so SO nice to us!! We got fed this massive dinner, then played the french card game 'réflexe' all night with the whole family! We learned the word 'coupable' and 'haut les mains' and got really good at slapping piles of cards! Plus Tatjana's mom made this amazing fresh raspberry pie  with swiss cream in the middle of the night, which we happily scarfed down with the bottles of wine they kept plying us with...they had the sweetest kitties and we could not have been taken in by kinder people. So crazy. So unbelievably nice. Wow!

Then last night in Nyon, Switzerland, we played a 2000 year old tunnel built for Julias ceasar!! The venue was called La Parenthese and reminded me so much of Zoobizarre in montreal, only actually ancient. Plus everyone spoke french so I didn't feel like so much of an ass...I felt mostly understood! Pretty nice :) Also I tried horse steak with fries and red wine for dinner. Sorry guys but mr. Ed was delicious....It was sort of unbelievable. Met some gallant gentlemen, one of whom worked for the Red Cross and was a former food critic....we had lots to talk about! I left feeling rosy in me cheeks....that's for sure!

SO like I said, it was hard to leave Switzerland today...

Literally and emotionally...Literally as in Heath got swabbed for drugs at the border into Austria!! We were all sweating buckets but they let us go anyways...heh.

Ok, well I gotta go! See you soon!

XOPANDAS