Here is the problem: like most Canadian indie bands, The Burning Hell is rolling in dough. Some independent musicians are content to spend their acres of cash on exotic pets and jet planes made of emeralds and rubies (yes, we mean you, BA Johnston), while others become embroiled in the high-paced world of the Toronto Stock Exchange (ahem, Arts and Crafts, anyone?).
But we are a band cursed with a conscience. As much as many of us would like to own a leopard or an island, there is a nagging nag at the back of our band brain that says "give part of your considerable fortune to the less fortunate, the needy, the wanty".
A tough debate, as I'm sure other musicians will understand. To spend frivolously is to live the dream, but to care is divine. Or whatever.
If you have a good place for us to donate and/or store our stockpile of gold bullion, rubies and Swiss francs, let us know. For now we are going to buy an elephant.