In 2009, i made an very off-the-cuff audition show for Vancouver’s then-new, now-defunct “The Shore 104” radio station with the idea create a rather eclectic music and story-telling show.
The “show” was recorded live in one take, no takebacks (though i shoulda/coulda) with John Bollwitt engineering at his West End apartment. Later added an intro bit which kinda got messed up but anyhow,… the project went nowhere as the station struggled out the gates and soon fired most on-air folks and changed format blah blah blah. As such, getting it off the harddrive and into your ears so you can laugh at my cheesiness and rock out to the setlist.
Tonight in the far far west, we’ll get the Tragically Hip all warmed up and feeling adored before sending the lads East to bask in your adulation.
Not sure what manner of show we’ll see tonight, not sure how we’ll all deal with cascading emotions and untold memories from the unwritten future, but i suspect plenty of plaid, hockey jerseys and demin-clad folk singing along to each song with enthusiasm realizing this is the… last time to holler aloud. I’ll be rocking suede fringe and possibly a mountie hat and strolling slow. No full tilt boogie from me this time around.
Anyhow, i’ll let you know how the show goes and say hello to Gord for ya.
Here’s poetic singer Gord Downie vamping and working it like a workingman’s mix of Michael Stipe, Freddie Mercury and Martin Gelinas (plus a tiny bit of Leonard Cohen) as he talks (indeed occassionally argues) with his mic stand and the band rolls their eyes as he forgets/makes up lyrics.
Amigo Bread and I headed to the *exclusive* sold-out Tragically Hip show at the Commodore Ballroom on Granville St. downtown Vancouver last night.
This expansive 2nd floor venue is classic and fantastic – not “oversold” so you can actually move around and the crowd was thankfully mostly devoid of drunken yahoos with backwards baseball caps – well maybe not but too bad at all – decent music fans and plenty of hockey sweaters to be sure.
The Commodore boasts several vantage points to enjoy – balcony, couch lounge, bar stools, cocktail tables, private booths, and a famous floor – which is the best place to roast big doobie (which we did udring “Blow at High Dough”) and enjoy the fresh-ish air with no cigarettes (!) – both the lights (inventive but not overbearing) and the sound was outstanding (you could reallly tell the two guitars apart).
The band though, whoa dude, brung it – no longer upstart bar rockers – The Hip are now a squad of veteran rockers who seem to be realizing there enduring place in Canadian rock history and are working hard together to create quality music and offer a great experience to the attendees. “Ahead by a Century” was a high-light – the rather gentle tune really spread wings like a soaring falcon flying over the Tigris and Euphrates .
As an aside, the band seem like 5 very different guys that probably don’t hang out much off tour – that’s just my hunch – but know that the group snyergy and magic mojo just happen “all the time” so one must be grateful to find collaborators with chemistry.
Here’s a snapshot by Canadian Hobo – seems to be from the Monday night show but either way, the Downie’s shirt was uhhh sweaty – BTW, they sell his cool post-Maoist-style cap for $30 (gift idea for uncle weed!)
The Hip are hip to amateur recording and such so extensive material abounds and the band release live tracks and other gems via TheHip.com plus have their own Flickr sets and encourage participation in a Hip Photo Group – more content from passionate bloggers is at Hip Fans and live shows are archived by fans at HipBase.
Bread shot some neat vid clips and snapped photos and me recorded some snippets of sound (“swim to daddy baby”) which may or may not be usable.