Let’s be frank. These are scary times.
The antidote? This update.
Their Majesties have moved their sweet digs from the rat-infested “accommodations” provided by the Drake, into the swank-as-fuck basement pad of J. Phillips, PHD. They now have the Hot-tub and Stove that they ASKED for, and deserve. If anyone wants to party in the Hot-tub, shoot off an email to INFO@THEIRMAJESTIES.COM
Their Majesties have also just returned from a brief road trip. On the trip, the boys bore witness to the Bagels of Montreal! The Feelings of Patriotism Instilled by Ottawa! The Shittiness of Highway 17! The Barrenness of Sudbury! The Incredible Un-interestingness of North Bay! And more/that’s it. (Despite the disgustingly simplistic generalizations, it should be pointed out that many kind, generous people live in these places. Except Ottawa. It’s a filthy, stinking den of inequity, filled to the brim with the flotsam of the human race, desperately clinging to counter-productive, partisan ideals that allow them to keep their jobs while continuing to live base, meaningless lives. Also, some Vegan restaurant in Montreal gave Andrew food poisoning.)
Their Majesties are going to Peterborough, Guelph, and Wakefield in the next little while, and they’re also playing their final Drake show on the 29th. Check them dates sections, y’hear!?
More pictures of bad mushroom trips, beer drinking, sloth-like behavior and “music” to come!
Til next time…