It’s Sunday evening, the sun is setting over a beautiful lake here in Quebec, Canada, and that first promise of cocktails is starting to dance in my head.

Yep, it’s a little different than it was growing up. Growing up, Sunday night was always tomato soup and saltines covered with melted cheese (probably Velveeta). Hey, I was kid. I thought it was good. It probably was good. Mom had a way with saltines.

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So Sunday night, the family made tomato soup, gathered around our 15 inch RCA and adjusted the rabbit ears to watch Ben Cartwright and the boys save the wild west. And after we slurped our last drop of soup, and ground our last cheese coated cracker crumb into the couch, my sister Kathleen and I would stand in the hallway, once again losing the battle to stay up “just a little later” to watch The Wonderful World of Disney.

Then, as we’d turn towards our bedroom doors, I remembered. I remembered I have homework due tomorrow morning. A science project. Something about a scale model of a volcano that had to really erupt with vinegar, water and baking soda. The formula was a little fuzzy.

I turned back to Mom to mention this, thinking she’d be proud of me for wanting to do my homework, but something in her eyes indicated something else. But, three hours, two cardboard boxes, lots of ripped up newspaper, paper mache and a bottle of bright green model car paint later, we had us a volcano. It was awesome. It was midnight and I was grounded for a month… but it was awesome, and the next morning when I added the vinegar, water and baking soda to the giant paper mache mountain, it erupted in glorious eruption, and a flood of not-quite-dry, bright green model car paint streamed down the mountainside and stained the top of the desk of that smarty pants teacher’s pet kid that always sat in the front row.

It was epic. Just like our shows.

From tomato soup, to paper mache volcanos, to an effortlessly solid landing on “jaw-dropping, music-driven mashups of live performance and mind-blowing visuals” – it’s a gift, really, and you get it here, every week, for free!

Yep, we stay up late (way past midnight), and many times we’re sniffing the bright green model car paint, but we do not quit until we’ve made you the most explosively epic mix of singers, musicians, film and animation. An amazing new world where you can explore fantastic new realities. 

And, it’s all served up with a pinch of mischief, a healthy dose of anarchy, and a whole lot of attitude.

Okay. Gotta go. Bonanza’s about to start.

Dude, is that tomato soup and what’s in it for me?
Watch the crackers! Don’t let the cheese burn again.

Bottomline it for me:
• Use milk instead of water – the soup tastes better
• Saltines are underrated
• Now that I think about it, I think maybe she grounded me for two months
• The explosion was epic
• They never did get the green off that desk

That’s it. I’m not gonna get all mushy.

See ya ~ Kevin

p.s. The website has some lovely cocktails prepared on the veranda where we can watch the setting sun. The socials are totally sniffing the bright green paint.