The year that Tight Nuns played Pouzza I made the classic mistake of
having an amazing time riding around old Montreal in a horse-carriage
with my sister and girlfriend until about an hour before our performance
at Club Absynthe... Fucking Montreal... Brutal Youth, who were
absolutely killing it, were on before us and I recognized that my
blood-sugar was getting really fucked up - to the point that I was going
to pass out soon if untreated. Luckily one of the perks of playing
pouzza was having access to a green room with snacks and drinks (a rare
luxury in the punk rock world) - so I went off desperately to find it.
Once inside my blood sugar was so low I would have appeared super drunk,
gaunt and sweaty. I just ran to the corner with all the sandwiches and
started guzzling 2 open bottles of coke. After realizing that there was a
whole room of people staring at me going HAM at the tray table I
recognized Fred Jacques was amongst them. Fred is someone I hold in a
very high esteem musically, and I was pretty excited to get to chill
with him backstage somewhere. Unfortunately hypoglycemia slowed my brain
down enough that the first thing I said to him, after noticing that he
was smoking an Ecigarette, was "Every time I see someone smoke one of
those in Toronto, I think they're an asshole."
The combined power of embarrassment and vegan sandwiches
led to one of the best Tight Nuns performances in Quebec of that year
during that exact weekend.