Leni took this picture right after I got back from Montreal, where I’d been staying, showerless, in a crust punk domicile in Saint-Henri for almost a week. Also slept outdoors/under overpasses waiting for trains to hop, but ultimately ended up hitching both there and back. Next time I’ll hunker down for trains with more food and distracting books/lights to read them by.
The filth, but no fury.
Saw Marri at various stages of hygiene decay over the course of that weekend, and had a wonderful time all around. Excellent hardcore and punk shows, excellent folk punk hootenanies, excellent student protest manifestations, just excellence all around. Made some good friends too!