Went to see Broken Social Scene last night with Ian.
There are those moments in life, or in my life at least, when it seems like maybe, just maybe - it'll be ok. Everything. The world, the kids, my soul - all those ridiculous things that blues songs and punk songs have sung about for ages and Republicans will rail about until the end of the world.
Last night.. was one of those nights.
It was the biggest venue - Reds - not great accousitcs, not a great atmosphere, it was an all ages show - but when they walked on the stage.. It all melted away and it felt like they were in my living room. (Or my bathroom, considering they kept refering to the accoustics to something akin to "8 dogs fucking in a tin bathtub")
But it didn't matter - they were funny and wise (wise!) and friendly and for god sakes, there were 13 of them on stage at one point. Trumpets, trombones, tambourines (which was, coincidentally, played by the same guy who got them water) 4-5 guitars, 2 drum sets, piano, 2 lead(ish) singers, a violin.. it was like having all of your best friends in your living room singing and laughing and smiling and drinking.
We sat up on the catwalk, watching everyone down below, watching people clap and laugh and throw their hands in the air - at one point when people were clapping - it just looked like hundreds of blurry butterflies above everybodies heads.
They closed with "Lover's Spit" - a beautiful lover/non-loved/no lover song.. The lead singer meandres out into the crowd, and proceeds, very uncheesily.. to start grasping everyone in these huge hugs.. These macho men and ramrod straight young guys.. in these big, kind hugs. Climbs on stage, finishes the song, and lets the violin and the trombone and trumpets play to the end.
I really do think that we might be ok.
There are those moments in life, or in my life at least, when it seems like maybe, just maybe - it'll be ok. Everything. The world, the kids, my soul - all those ridiculous things that blues songs and punk songs have sung about for ages and Republicans will rail about until the end of the world.
Last night.. was one of those nights.
It was the biggest venue - Reds - not great accousitcs, not a great atmosphere, it was an all ages show - but when they walked on the stage.. It all melted away and it felt like they were in my living room. (Or my bathroom, considering they kept refering to the accoustics to something akin to "8 dogs fucking in a tin bathtub")
But it didn't matter - they were funny and wise (wise!) and friendly and for god sakes, there were 13 of them on stage at one point. Trumpets, trombones, tambourines (which was, coincidentally, played by the same guy who got them water) 4-5 guitars, 2 drum sets, piano, 2 lead(ish) singers, a violin.. it was like having all of your best friends in your living room singing and laughing and smiling and drinking.
We sat up on the catwalk, watching everyone down below, watching people clap and laugh and throw their hands in the air - at one point when people were clapping - it just looked like hundreds of blurry butterflies above everybodies heads.
They closed with "Lover's Spit" - a beautiful lover/non-loved/no lover song.. The lead singer meandres out into the crowd, and proceeds, very uncheesily.. to start grasping everyone in these huge hugs.. These macho men and ramrod straight young guys.. in these big, kind hugs. Climbs on stage, finishes the song, and lets the violin and the trombone and trumpets play to the end.
I really do think that we might be ok.
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