"We played in Toronto, the crowd at the Horseshoe numbered about 60. The locals seemed unimpressed.
They were polite, they listened, but we didn’t set them on fire . . . that’s normal for the first time in a new place, so we headed back to the RV, changed our clothes and started to unwind.
"Then someone started banging on the door, yelling that the audience hadn’t stopped screaming for us to come back. We obliged, of course. But it sure was a strange, delayed reaction."