
Back to the story already in progress...
So, sleepy eyed and surely recently relieved, drummer Mark Cesario checked the EWO MySpace account as he does every morning over a decadent bowl of Count Chocula. An email had been sent out from Panda Productions to a number of bands regarding a tremendous opportunity to fill in for a band that dropped out of an Ill Scarlet show. Cesario moved without hesitation, in fact the last sentence from the email hadn't even been read yet by the time he was dialing guitarist Mauro Cecchi... from there the ball of communication began rolling like a 280lb greased up ball bearing heading down hill on a clear patch of asphalt.
Within a half hour all of the members of EWO were on board. But, Murphy, that son of a bitch, decided to practice his stupid law for chumps and contact his next door neighbour, Dr.Obstacle, who felt the need to check in on our situation and mix things up a little.

... uh thanks Doc but you can go to hell, we decided to get a second opinion from Sinsei Success, who told us "he who stand still, never go anywhere" .... what? So since we didn't understand any of that either EWO just said f**k it, we'll get there if it kills us.
Mark and Andrew, each traveling from different directions, went up on their own. Mauro went to pick up Jay in Markham and they both headed to Woodbridge where Reef was patiently waiting. This is where a vehicle switch would be made and all three would head up together in Reef's reliable truck. Dr.Obstacle was back again... this time with help from GridLoc, the Norse god of bumper to bumper traffic. Mauro and Jay were blocked in every direction. Then it began to set in; that same dark dampening feeling of futility a child feels when he realizes that the Easter Bunny ain't real, the Tooth fairy's a sham and that Santa is just uncle Chester liquored up on holiday eggnog sporting a red suit and white beard. In one graceful turn of the head, Mauro looked at Jay and uttered in a Stallone-Esq tone: We're takin' this shitbox to Barrie. Mauro called Reef, told him to "go on without us". Mauro pulled onto the shoulder of the 407, took it to the Bathurst exit and began traveling north.

Sound check went well though...
... and the show... well that's a post for another day. Just getting there is an exhausting tale to recount.