Lance treated eager musicians as honoured guests and welcomed you into his domain, his musical sanctuary that was the Whipping Post. Scurrying about, adjusting a light gel, back to the bar to dispense beverages, a dash up to his sound board perch to check a level, in a flash back to that pesky light gel that needs to be just so, back to the sound board for a quick blast of the fog machine, all to the manic jangle of his trademark spurs. His knowledge of music was encyclopedic. Not just his first love of blues and rock'n'roll, but jazz of all sorts, world music, weird 20th century noise-scapes. He loved it all. He loved his scene, he loved the music but he really loved a performance. Other than setting the bar on fire, one was free to do whatever crossed one's mind on stage, the wilder the better. There were some crazy times and sounds in Ottawa in the '90s and no better could be found than at the Post. Lance was the ultimate compère and ring master. I don't think Ottawa will see his like again. Lance was a true original.