Now follow me deep into the convolutions of my mind, into a little dreambit I had over the weekend. I actually dreamt that the dreambit I wrote about earlier, about the car crashing into the mall, was happening right before my eyes. All I could think (in my dream) was "Wow! That dream was actually déjà-vu!" Oh, and the fact I identified the mall as Place Alexis-Nihon, even though it really doesn't match up with the actual mall which, the last time I was there, was one of the darkest and dreariest downtown malls. But I have to admit, it is the very first time I remember dreaming about a previous dream. I mean, there have been times when, after being semi-awakened in the middle of a dream, I have resumed said dream, but never days apart like this.
In other news, I just learned that Finger Eleven used to be the Rainbow Butt Monkeys - hey! I've seen them live! Opening for I don't remember who, but I have seen them on stage! Wow! Who knew you could learn something from the MMVAs?
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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
foo! foo! foo!
On Monday night, the Foo Fighters took Montreal’s Bell Centre and its audience of 8,851 by storm. To say I was impressed is to say this winter’s been a little snowy. I had obviously failed to grasp the depth of this band, and I repent. It would appear I wasn’t alone; when Dave Grohl asked the crowd who was seeing the band for the first time, the majority of hands shot up. “Thirteen years, man. Where have you BEEN?” I grovel for forgiveness at the feet of the rock god, and solemnly vow never to miss another one of their shows again.
The Foo Fighters took us on a long, winding ride, through a semi-acoustic set in the round, and through huge anthems that filled every square inch of space in the building, down into your guts and between your toes. After all these years, the spirit of grunge still lives on, in the hair and in the scruffy jeans, but it’s grown into something far more moving. I saw the phoenix rising from the ashes of Nirvana. (I know, I’m a couple of years behind schedule. It happens. Better late than never.) I was hoarse the next day, and I’d do it again in a minute.
As a point of reference, Metallica and Aerosmith were the ones I thought gave the best arena shows; IMHO, both were surpassed on Monday. My friend Peewee places them third, after Pink Floyd and U2. It would appear we weren’t alone in our appreciation; local media referred to the show as “a runaway train”, “a roller-coaster ride”, and my personal favourite, “Hurricane Dave”. Thanks guys.
In six words: Dave Grohl is THE rock god.
The Foo Fighters took us on a long, winding ride, through a semi-acoustic set in the round, and through huge anthems that filled every square inch of space in the building, down into your guts and between your toes. After all these years, the spirit of grunge still lives on, in the hair and in the scruffy jeans, but it’s grown into something far more moving. I saw the phoenix rising from the ashes of Nirvana. (I know, I’m a couple of years behind schedule. It happens. Better late than never.) I was hoarse the next day, and I’d do it again in a minute.
As a point of reference, Metallica and Aerosmith were the ones I thought gave the best arena shows; IMHO, both were surpassed on Monday. My friend Peewee places them third, after Pink Floyd and U2. It would appear we weren’t alone in our appreciation; local media referred to the show as “a runaway train”, “a roller-coaster ride”, and my personal favourite, “Hurricane Dave”. Thanks guys.
In six words: Dave Grohl is THE rock god.
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