Tour Diary: Sara Quin (Tegan & Sara) Tour Wrap Up

Sara Quin of Tegan & Sara is writing a Tour Diary for Pink Mafia on her trek across the great white north. The entire Tour Diary is based on the gnarly and hilarious dreams she has every night. Read. Enjoy.

TOUR DREAM DIARY: FINAL WEEK

The last week of our tour was a blur. I haven’t slept well because of a lingering hacking cough and so what I recorded was mostly fragments.

QUEBEC CITY

In Quebec City I dreamed that I was forced to decide between my best friend’s birthday party and a family gathering at my grandma’s house. My best friend and my mother were both very upset with me and I was afraid that if I didn’t attend my grandma’s party I would never see her again. I am sitting on a picnic bench in my backyard. It’s my childhood backyard, the bench is red, as is the garage. I keep seeing the garage door open, people are bringing in supplies for the party.

BUS FROM FREDERICTON TO HALIFAX

On my final sleep in my bus bunk from Fredericton to Halifax I dream that I am dating a friend from my past. I’m nervous to introduce him to the band and crew. I’m on a movie set that looks like Lucille Bluth’s apartment (from the television show, Arrested Development).  I am responsible for cooking a huge meal. I am left alone in the kitchen to cook a turkey. I’m afraid to cut open the turkey because I’m convinced that it will have human bones in it. There is a knock at the front door, when I open the door I mistake the guest for a man who I knew when I was a kid but it is actually a woman from across the hall. She is drunk and has run out of alcohol. She invites herself in and sits down at the dining room table. She pours herself a brandy and she removes the napkin from the place setting. I’m upset because I don’t want her to stay as my dinner guest. Even though no one has arrived, and the food hasn’t been served, I notice that Tegan has put away everything in the kitchen.

**Recently a woman bought and moved into the apartment directly next to mine. She comes home at 3 am most evenings, puts on French music or Peter Frampton at ear splitting level and cries. True story.

HALIFAX

In Halifax, our final day of tour, I am only asleep for a handful of hours. I wake up (to have a coughing fit) and attempt to scribble a few words down on a piece of paper that I place in bed next to me. I fall back asleep and have a waking dream where I write pages of notes in extremely small block letters with a green ink pen. When I wake up I’m disappointed to discover that my real notes are just blue ink scribbles and not detailed paragraphs.

TORONTO VIDEO SHOOT

After our last show in Halifax, Tegan and I fly to Toronto to shoot a music video for the song “Alligator.”

My wake up call for the shoot is 6 AM. I feel very nervous and I dream that Tegan and I are recording the video in my grandma’s bathroom. There are four other girls in the bathroom and we are recording a hip hop remix of the song. We are all dancing on the edge of the bathtub. The catering area for the dancers is in the kitchen and there are bowls of ice cream that have melted in the sun. I have a huge shawl on. It is dragging on the floor collecting lint and I am nervously picking at it throughout the dream.