Backstage L.A.

You have to bring your own Prevost XLII backstage unit w/ you when you blow down from The Great White North

to rock this maybe 300-seat house.

The brown XLII's trailer had peeling white paint. (That huge ball of constantly exploding gas toward which our sad planet is perpetually falling was too damn bright/radioactive to be sure the long shot was focused; imagination is your friend here — like the buses, it was otherwise indistinguishable from the pictured trailer, save for the paint job.) We assume it was the opening act's.

If the blinds are down, don't come around.