My favorite part of the experience was watching Tegan play drums. There was no pressure or mathematics; it was a free for all. She played with such enthusiasm. She surprised me. There is something strange about wanting to kill someone and then wanting to jam with them and hug them at the end of the day. It’s psychosis. There is a psychosis involved.
At home, with no one to compare myself to, i’m left in a state of uncertainty when it comes to the simplest things. Is 2pm too late to get up? I find myself wondering what time the other band members got up. You see what I mean.
Tegan: Sara & I don’t touch often. We have many theories for this. Once someone smart theorized that perhaps we’re too biologically similar to come that close without becoming one. I’m not sure I believe it but I adhere to it just in case.
“My parents each have an extensive library of photo albums documenting every year of our lives. Each bad hair cut, every horrible outfit, every awkward stage and every ridiculous birthday party has been captured on film. Bruce, our stepdad, painstakingly ordered the photos in the album according to the negative. As muscians we have to get our photo taken all the time. We are well prepared for this from all that childhood training”