
Billy Bob Thornton’s band, The Boxmasters, was forced to cancel the rest of their Canadian tour. You may remember that during Thornton’s radio hissy fit he compared Canadian fans to “mashed potatoes with no gravy,” whatever the f*ck that means.
The Boxmasters opened for Willie Nelson on Thursday in Toronto, where they reportedly were booed and met with catcalls of “Here comes the gravy.” A note posted on Nelson’s Web site Friday said the Boxmasters were canceling the rest of their Canadian dates “due to one band member and several of the crew having the flu.”
And if you believe that, I’ve got a dick-shaped microphone into which you might be interested in speaking.
“Canadian audiences seem to be very reserved,” Thornton had told interviewer Rian Ghomeshi. “We tend to play places where people throw things at each other. Here, they just sort of sit there. And it doesn’t matter what you say to ‘em. … It’s mashed potatoes but no gravy.” Before his Thursday night gig, Thornton tried to clarify those remarks, saying he loved Canada and his “mashed potatoes” comment had been aimed at Ghomeshi. [Yahoo]
He also clarified that by “places where people throw things at each other,” he meant his bassist’s kitchen, the only venue they played stateside. As it turns out, the kids hate peas. And crappy music.



MAKE ME FEEL GOOOOOOOOD!
Oddly enough, my frat nickname in college was “Boxmaster.”
I like gravy on mah mash taters, ummm hmmmm.
I despise pretentious, pampered Hollywood dipshits as much as the next guy with no 401k and really shaky medical coverage, but this dude got to spend some serious quality time in Angelina Jolie’s vagina, so even if we found out that he routinely buys black-market Canadian infants and drains their blood for beauty cream, I’d just do the “whatever” shrug.
And it doesn’t matter what you say to ‘em… they STILL won’t throw things at each other. Stupid Canadians. Not throwing things at each other.
Turns out that Boxmasters seem to be a bunch of Cocksmasters
I hope he’s flying home. I have some Canadian geese to throw at his plane.
So is he saying that Canadians are like a messed up drive-thru order from KFC?
In fairness, it’s difficult to throw things while you’re riding on a moose.
You guys should see a Canadian drive-by. (Riding on a moose and throwing a six pack of Labatt’s)
No Donk, he’s saying he’s talentless, classless trailer park trash with his head up his ass. Unless my American to Canadian translation is off, but I don’t think it is.
Mashed potatoes with no gravy = land of opportunity.
People who don’t throw = Toronto Blue Jays pitchers.
Canadians may be like mashed potatoes without the gravy but rednecks are like Spotted with too much Dick.
And a happy fucking Monday to you all.
Canadians can’t even throw a hissy fit. They just kind of lob them at you.
You wouldn’t eat Tom Petty’s gravy would you?!?
The only things Canadians throw at each other are compliments.
Billy Bob’s from St. Louis, so it’s only going to make it worse when the Blues beat the piss out of the Canucks.
When you throw something at a Canadian they apologize.
Joaquin Phoenix made a few quick calls to try to pick up the rest of the dates left unfilled by Boxmasters. Sadly, he didn’t get any of them for two reasons. (1) Boxmasters HAD no bookings in Canada, and (2) Joaquin is a frigging joke.
Is my mood not evident? Is someone looking for a beating?
so it’s only going to make it worse when the Blues beat the piss out of the Canucks.
AHAHAHAHAHA. I almost forgot how funny delusional Blues fans are.
Eh girl, I can throw a clay pot for you on my new pottery wheel.
Hardcore, son. Wear their jerseys to blues concerts, too.
It’s not that Canadians don’t like to throw things, it’s just that they’re embarrassed because they all throw like girls.
There can only be one Boxmaster.
Wilt Chamberlain be thy name.