THE MOST AWKWARD TIME I WAS PUNISHED:
"One of my most awkward tour encounters happened back in 2013 when we were out with 3 Inches Of Blood. We had finished playing our show and were looking for somewhere to crash for the night, thankfully a fan had offered his place so he hoped in the van with us as we headed out. As he's giving us directions he mentions multiple times how much of a fan he is and how we're one of his favorite bands of all time, we were all very flattered until we pulled up to his residence and he exclaims ‘Man, I can't believe 3 INCHES OF BLOOD are staying at my place tonight!!!’ I remember Dan doing his best Cam Pipes impersonation from the back of the van as he belt out the first few lines of the Deadly Sinners chorus as a joke... But it was clear immediately afterwards that the gentleman we were staying with was in fact not joking and had completely mistaken us for a band who we do not resemble even in the slightest.
I remember the van getting silent for a moment, each of us counting the seconds that felt like an eternity tick away. ‘Surely someone will speak up and correct this gentleman in this embarrassing situation,’ I thought to myself, but around the 10-second mark of silence I knew at that point we had to commit: We were 3 Inches Of Blood now. I entered his home with so many thoughts going through my mind, namely, ‘If we were his favorite band how does he not know what any of the members look like? He was at the show after all, or was he? What the hell is going on here and why is he showing me his collection of “chupacabra" skulls, dear God I just want to go to sleep…’
I ended up crashing out in a spare bedroom to try and escape the secondhand embarrassment, but my other bandmates were not so lucky. He had stayed up asking them detailed questions about what it's like to be in 3 Inches, how the band got started etc. etc. Everyone was curling up in their sleeping bags feigning fatigue or pretending to be asleep outright and then it happened... His girlfriend who was also excited to meet the band had arrived home. However, she quickly realized that the dudes sleeping on the floor were not in fact 3 Inches, but instead a group of strangers who she did not recognize at all. I was asleep by this point but apparently the couple got into a heated argument that culminated with our mistaken innkeeper looking for answers from us.
I remember waking up to a shadowy figure standing in the doorway of the room I was staying in. 'You're not 3 Inches Of Blood' the shadow man said coldly. 'Dude... are you serious,' I tiredly replied. He then proceeded to chastise me and my other bandmates for 'lying' about who we were, as if the ol' 3 Inches Of Blood grift was a commonplace scheme for us. After he had exposed us as swindlers he must have felt satisfied because he still let us stay but I definitely slept with 1 eye open the rest of the night. As the morning dawned we hightailed it out of there and of course told the 3 Inches guys the next day at the show. We all got a laugh out of it, and luckily our heads didn't wind up next to his chupacabra skull collection."
THE TIME I WAS A PUNISHER:
"Dan Mongrain has been one of my favorite guitarists since I was first getting into death metal. I remember Dan was filling in for Cryptopsy years ago for a couple tours so I took a road trip with some friends to catch the New Hampshire date and to try and meet the man himself. After the set I scanned the club repeatedly, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of my idols, when I found him I wasted no time and made my move. I had something very important to punish him with. This was a time before smart phones, this was even before RAZR flip phones existed if you can believe that. I had some archaic cell phone at the time but it had an interesting feature, if you dug around the settings panel you could change your ringtone by meticulously inputting midi notes into the system. So of course I had his solo for Deserted Waters all cued up and ready to go. Yes I was that guy, the hold your phone up to someone's ear and play them music in a loud club guy. But it wasn't even a real recording or a shitty youtube clip, it was the worst sounding midi played through a device that was already a relic of it's time at that point. I was grinning ear to ear as I proudly presented him with the fruits of my labor, I'm sure it was completely inaudible but that didn't stop me for playing it for him a couple times just to really drive home how much of a dork I was. 'Sweet, man!' he replied. '...What have I done?' was my next thought.
He was really cool about the interaction but I knew afterwards that punishment had ensued. Now that Dan is the guitarist for Voivod I get to spend an entire month with him. Will I redeem myself? Only time will tell... Now where did I put that old cell phone?"