It’s all about who you know, as it turns out. I have no luck walking into clubs, cafes or any kind of music venue to cold call the managers. No luck. Bad luck, really. Usually my creepy, ‘we’ll-be-disturbing-your-neighbours’ vibe sneaks out, and they never call me back or offer a date.

So I’m whining about our need for a show to Lexi, our newest trumpeter, and she’s says, ‘Oh, you wanna play the PropHouse? I’ll call him.’ She pulls out her phone and that same evening, has us a Saturday, can you believe it?

Behold the poster:

Because everybody wants a two-headed inflatable flying monkey boat.

They close down early at the PropHouse, around 10:30 I believe. So come early and sit up front. I’ve wanted to play this place for some time. People speak of it as the funkiest of the East Van spots. Hope you can come.