I met my wife at the Wise Hall 9 years ago, and held her purse last night during the Pavel Bure's 2nd encore. This morning she ordered 2 drinks at breakfast and I gazed across the table with the same eyes that fooled her on that first night many blurry moons ago. I would have mentioned the importance of the room, had we not been escorted from the stage before our big finale. So it goes.
We were unloading out front and a fuckin LIMO pulled up. I stared, empty and confused, as the door opened, and the mayor of the world stepped out, the honourable Richard 'Fastball' Lowe. Followed by a bullpen of stumbling smilers. The Greatest Sons were too drunk to play their set, so of course, it was tight and beautiful. Kyle's mom was there, and so was mine. My dad was angry at the sound and mom had to slow him down with: "You've said your piece.." Bless all moms from west to east.
My friend Tim is the only person I know who pays a full-time spotlight person to follow him around. Like a glowing beacon on a lonely ocean. He adds colour to everything in his wake. We are lucky to have him as our seaworthy captain. And god damn their set was tight last night. And their new album is piled so high. I love seeing bands continue to expand their prime. Like standing back and enjoying a painting that evolves with the emotion of time. Am I high?
Modern Terror ripped, Aathems ripped, and The Corps…c'mon. My back hurts and I blame these bands for forcing me to groove so hard to their precious rhythms. There is strong artistic talent in every corner of this village. Open your ears, enjoy the spillage.
Onward and upward on this Easter Sunday. Praise be to you and yours. Feels like a bike-riding day. Maybe a barbecue. 5 or 10 beers. Spin some rhymes. Hug my daughter a hundred times. Fly high on this festive post-show feeling. Thanks for coming, I hope you enjoyed the killing.
Until next time,
Elvis has left the building.