juno III
SHUMDAY
woke up full. that never happens. kept sleeping, and it went away. I figure the cheap salmon and beef from the night before had maybe expanded under the soaking of dark beer it received the night previous, but happily it passed in time for the best breakfast in town (as always) at Stella's with matt-o and jill-o. AC Newman also at the next table over.
ONTO the Big Show! some weirdo ticket snafu resulted in us being delayed and politely ushered to the other side of the arena in equivalent seats-were my comments the night before that loud?-anyways, they were equivalent or better to where they were supposed to be so no major worries. mushaboom was on as we sat down, and...glitches aside it was just really cool to see Feist get that opportunity and pull it off with poise.
the rest of the show is a pretty big blur. it both flew by and dragged at times, but the only major dragging moments were in the long commercial periods that took place every 10 minutes or so.
the crowd had the tendency to sort of chain-react to big things. the floor would go crazy and stand up for say, KD Lang, which would rather slowly spread to the lower and then upper bowls of the arena, to the point of major-decibel loudness. I know from the tape it didn't come off as a super rambunctious audience, but it was baby!
my biggest highlight? probably Gord Downie quoting the weakerthans! ahem,
"And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play. And it almost feels okay."
Damn Cool. Also very good was Billy Talent, and I'm not sure how they got those flags to fly in opposing directions so well, but I guess that's what $115 tickets buy.
Make no mistake, sans-Young the show was never going to live up to the hype, but overall it was alright given a year somewhat weak on pure star power. ah vell.
and the parties, OH the parties. talked to Inward Eye a bit at the Uni one. forgot the guys are like 6'6 or taller. as trumpy would say...HUGE. manager Willows buried in business cards. Cummings/Bachman hamming it up onstage at sony/bmg for the billionth time that week, but meeting Chart's Kari D. (Kari D!) was a true honour. for some reason I had been interested in really checking out these things, but not surprisingly there was quite an empty feeling to them, and we opted for paid booze down at the King's Head in the end.
very glad I went, but not a whole lot of enthusiasm for next year, even if the opportunity came up again to go. The Brits it is!
woke up full. that never happens. kept sleeping, and it went away. I figure the cheap salmon and beef from the night before had maybe expanded under the soaking of dark beer it received the night previous, but happily it passed in time for the best breakfast in town (as always) at Stella's with matt-o and jill-o. AC Newman also at the next table over.
ONTO the Big Show! some weirdo ticket snafu resulted in us being delayed and politely ushered to the other side of the arena in equivalent seats-were my comments the night before that loud?-anyways, they were equivalent or better to where they were supposed to be so no major worries. mushaboom was on as we sat down, and...glitches aside it was just really cool to see Feist get that opportunity and pull it off with poise.
the rest of the show is a pretty big blur. it both flew by and dragged at times, but the only major dragging moments were in the long commercial periods that took place every 10 minutes or so.
the crowd had the tendency to sort of chain-react to big things. the floor would go crazy and stand up for say, KD Lang, which would rather slowly spread to the lower and then upper bowls of the arena, to the point of major-decibel loudness. I know from the tape it didn't come off as a super rambunctious audience, but it was baby!
my biggest highlight? probably Gord Downie quoting the weakerthans! ahem,
"And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play. And it almost feels okay."
Damn Cool. Also very good was Billy Talent, and I'm not sure how they got those flags to fly in opposing directions so well, but I guess that's what $115 tickets buy.
Make no mistake, sans-Young the show was never going to live up to the hype, but overall it was alright given a year somewhat weak on pure star power. ah vell.
and the parties, OH the parties. talked to Inward Eye a bit at the Uni one. forgot the guys are like 6'6 or taller. as trumpy would say...HUGE. manager Willows buried in business cards. Cummings/Bachman hamming it up onstage at sony/bmg for the billionth time that week, but meeting Chart's Kari D. (Kari D!) was a true honour. for some reason I had been interested in really checking out these things, but not surprisingly there was quite an empty feeling to them, and we opted for paid booze down at the King's Head in the end.
very glad I went, but not a whole lot of enthusiasm for next year, even if the opportunity came up again to go. The Brits it is!
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