Something'sHappeningRoundThere
AshevilleVille
Weirdly, it is not the real musician in the family who keeps me informed about what the kids are up to these days.
Which means that it is littler e. wo gets me to go to shows to see stuff by musicians that are new to me.
And, so, Friday night we rode the seawall, starting from the big sphere at the east end of False Creek, downtown to take in the group 'Wednesday' at the Vogue on Granville.
To be honest, I couldn't imagine riding downtown on a Friday night without those divided bike lanes.
Which is not to say that being cut-off by a Tesla or seven is any more dangerous than the most energetic and surf-obsessed mosh-pit we witnessed from our perch at the front of the balcony.
The music itself was most interesting, although somewhat screamified in the live version by both the opener, 'Gouge Away' and Karly Hartzman and compatriots.
And then there was the fact that half-way through the show I was struck dumb by the realization that one of my favourite Wednesday tunes, 'Phish Pepsi', resembles that first hit tune from days of yore by Sheryl Crow - both musically and thematically.
As we exited the theatre, ears ringing, and me with a small dollop of 1992-era young man's blood pumping through my veins, I briefly locked eyes with a fellow departing reveller which left us both thinking that maybe, just maybe, one of us was not the oldest person in the building.
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