My continual ability to show up at concerts super early is really astounding--but at least we didn't show up at 8 this time. Wildlife was doing their sound check when we got there, which was phenomenal--they played "Sea Dreamer." 'Nough said.
Wildlife played first, and they were the band I knew the best. They were wonderful, and hilarious, and talked about how there was a referendum for people from Oshawa to Oshawaians (or something similar?) or Oshawawatts. Apparently, someone on some committee or council didn't think through Oshawawatts--just say it out loud. Auschwitz, much?
Oh well. Oshawa is industrial and situated between two nuclear plants--according to the lead vocalist, they have a lot of deformed babies anyway. I love banter.
The Bad Arts: Paul Conrod's voice is a brick wall and broken glass and gasoline and air so cold you see your breath. The soundscapes that this band creates are amazing. I was up front, and there was a guy next to me who was pretty much on the stage. A friend of his offered me a drink from his beer. It was a good night. It was intense, I don't think I can accurately convey. I was close to convulsing, because I get like that at concerts. It was sublime.
The First Aid Kit: Sing-alongs and more banter and lots of clapping. A very good way to end the night. Lots of dancing and getting really sweaty and warm and it was fantastic and wonderful.
It was a freezing walk home, and I am very sore now, but I had an amazing time and I wouldn't change any of it. I also bought a cassette tape, and am just now realizing that I'm not quite sure if I still have a tape player in Saint John. Oh well, the band also has a link to download the album, so I'm set. Hurray anachronistic technology!
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