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Indie country music and a Comedy of odd

  • 13th Jun, 2005 at 2:21 AM


Li'l Andy
Originally uploaded by sfllaw.

I showed up in the Parc des Americas just in time to catch the guitarist start. A nice boy who called himself Li'l Andy stood up on stage and started singing. He had a cowboy hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and a guitar in his hands. His technique was pretty good, but his lyrics really didn't work for me.

Next was Katie Moore and some of her friends. I had seen Katie before and described her as the timid redhead. The rugged youth also was on stage, and I recalled that his name is Warren Spicer. On the bass was Andrew Horton, and there was a lovely fiddler whose name I have forgotten.

This performance was much better for Warren and Katie. Their performances were far more polished and the sound people were fairly competent this time. So I got to hear some of the very resonant lyrics. Which, incidentally, I have trouble getting out of my head:


The band
Originally uploaded by sfllaw.
It's not easy, getting older.
I don't recognize these faces,
The streets have all switched places,
The whole world's one big stranger,
I don't like these changes.
Anymore.

After the last song of their set, the stage was mobbed. Mobbed by toddlers. They had been playing in the area in front of the stage: running around, crawling around, hiking up their dresses, taking off their shirts. You know, baby stuff. By the end, their parents were desperately trying to prevent them from actually climbing on to the stage: with varying degrees of success. But it was nice to see children out at a public event like this; even better would be if the children behaved.

I was so pleased with Katie's voice that I went up to her and bought her new CD. I don't think she's quite got the hang of this thing yet, because she seemed a little flustered when people wanted to give her money. But people got CDs and she got money, in the end, so things seemed to all work out. That's alright though, since I have very little clue as to how this whole music stuff works anyway. But it's fairly indie of me to see people before they're even famous. Why, if I keep this up, I'll become a music snob. This is something I probably can't afford, because if I become too snobbish, my head will implode.


I went back home and figured out how to get the media computer to play DVDs. After all, I bought my first DVD today. Today, actually being yesterday. Setting that up was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be, and I still can't navigate any menus. Which, I suppose, isn't too bad. Since DVD menus are mostly useless anyway.

Then I got the media computer to start ripping some CDs into FLAC. Previously, I had ripped to Vorbis, but now that I have gobs of free disk, I figure that FLAC won't hurt. Plus, it's perfectly forward compatible because FLAC uses a lossless compression algorithm.


Soon it was time to see the last show of the night. I walked over to St-Laurent and caught a bus going north. I drifted off a bit and too late, I realised that I had passed the venue, so I rung the bell and hopped off. Then I ran down to the Untitled stage, to arrive in the nick of time. I climbed the stairs into the air-conditioned room and help myself to a chair up front. I was very confused by Stop not Going which was basically two grown men, on stage, barefoot, wearing only pyjamas, making funny faces, using various voices, and interweaving sketches. I'm not sure if they were improvising or not, because there were these awkward pauses, combined with the actors trying very hard not to laugh. They succeeded most of the time.

I do not think this humour is for me, although many other people seemed to think it hilarious.