You may have noticed at the end of the Whitehorse segment of this newsletter above, that I am now replacing the phrase “blow your mind” with “trample your turtle” in my day-to-day lexicon Mount Sansang. Ok, maybe you didn’t notice until now, and you are about to scroll back up and re-read that part. Either way, this is big news. I like this new phrase for a few reasons, please allow me to run ’em down for you:
1 karaoke app. I like the visual I get of my brain being a turtle. Kind of like in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon (the turtle part of TMNT just hit me now, ignore that part), where that bad dude Krang sits inside a robot body, only, of course, in this case it’s a cute wrinkly turtle buddy, and he’s inside my head, and he’s always smiling with his cute little turtle mouth Endless Wars.
2. I like how this expression can also be used for frustration or displeasure. Ie. “you know what really tramples my turtle?! TRAFFIC!!”
For example, 3000 lucky Newport Folk Festival goers recently had their collective turtles completely trampled by Trampled By Turtles. Standing ovations (or “standing Os” as I like to call ’em) and sing-alongs led to a rare festival stage encore, where TxT delivered their take on the Pixies “Where Is My Mind,” which, while I’m sure it was intended as a rhetorical question, can easily be answered with “your turtle-y Pixie mind was just trampled!”
Canadian tour dates have just been announced. See the frenzy for yourself at these fine establishments:
LONDON, ON: Call The Office, November 9
TORONTO, ON: Horseshoe Tavern, November 10
OTTAWA, ON: Mavericks, November 11