i miss seeing this man live every three or four months… i was sixteen the first time i saw him and i honestly think this is the longest stretch of time i’ve gone without seeing him live. the last time was maybe a year ago, in november? or december? at the spill, i think… this just gives you an idea of how much wax mannequin tours, rather than me being a rabid fan. but there is something truly comforting about a voice you have heard sing songs in your attic, in your friend’s basement, in more venues than you can count, and never having shelled out more than ten bucks to hear it. the church of wax mannequin, where the tabernackle is a power blaster and you pray to animals and robots, and the congregation is made up of (canadian) punks and drunks.