As I'm writing this, it's Sunday night at the end of my week-long staycation. With weekends and an EDO, I had nine straight days off work for the first time since last summer. This is coming after a months-long project that felt like it took years. I've always looked forward to vacations but this was the first time that one was really necessary, and I won't lie, it was great. I ate whatever I wanted, read a few books, got some long overdue housework done, and got my 10,000 steps a day despite uncooperative weather. All told, it was delightful and the only sad part is that I have to wait THREE WHOLE WEEKS before I get to do it again. Good thing I have this coming Friday off; I don't know how I'd survive otherwise.
There's something to be said for banking ALL the overtime.
I did something else on my time off too. I wrote a song! It was on the way to this show, actually. I must have felt the music in the air. I haven't recorded anything yet, but it's called "Driving Behind Some Dickbag in His Stupid Orange Kia Soul." Those are the only lyrics too, but the punctuation changes when you sing it. Distribute exclamation marks like so: "Dick! Bag!" and "Ki! A! Soul!"
My good vacation mood buoyed me through a fruitless hour-long search of the mall for a new pair of texting gloves (got some since then, hooray) and carried on to when I met up with Mark, Arlette, and Arlette's son Kenton at the casino. Mark said I looked taller. I think it was because by that point, I had spent nearly a week not being crushed by the weight of the world and I was able to return to my normal, God-intended height. This was probably bad news for Kenton since I wound up sitting in front of him.
By sheer happenstance, our table was next to that of another coworker, Paul, and his wife. Paul is one of my absolute favourite people to irritate; more than once he has called me a "fucking fucker" while changing colours. But I've switched jobs and I think he mostly works from home now, so I was so surprised and delighted to see him that I forgot to wreck the evening for him. Next time.
You may remember that about a year and a half ago, I saw LeE HARVeY OsMOND at the Exchange. This was much the same deal in that Tom Wilson is in B&RK (it's a long band name to type and they must have approved of this shortened version since it's on their bass drum) and is in (or just is?) Lee Harvey Osmond (one wacky spelling permitted per review). And again, I didn't really know any of the Kings' music before the show. And again, Thompson Wilson (Tom's son) was opening. And again, we were there with a ton of people Mark knew because Mark and this dude named Carver know a lot of the same people and Carver became pals with Tom Wilson through means I was once told but now only vaguely remember. And I still don't think I've ever actually met Carver despite having been in his presence innumerable times at all kinds of shows. HOWEVER this show was different by being in the casino instead of the Exchange, by being a mostly different band doing entirely different music, and because I was on a vacation high instead of feeling like I'd swallowed a ball of knives and wanted to die. That Lee Harvey Osmond show was the highlight of a no-good very bad day.
But I digress. We met up, found our table, I poked Paul a few times, and Thompson Wilson took the stage. Well, first there was a local DJ who introduced the show and told us we'd be joined soon by "Thomas" Wilson, and then Stephen Fearing of B&RK talked for a bit and got the young fellow's name right. You'd hope he would. The set was just Thompson and a guitar for the most part, though he was joined by his godfather, Junkhouse drummer Ray Farrugia, for a few songs. I wouldn't call it country, but the influence is there. I think Thompson played all original songs - it was a very short set (25 minutes or so) and I didn't recognize any covers, anyway. He seemed a little more confident than last time despite the much larger room, and this was quite enjoyable. Everyone seemed especially fond of the line "she asked me to kiss her somewhere dirty, so I took her to my home in Hamilton."
A quick break and B&RK was up for two hours of country/roots rock. I don't know how many more times I can say "this was real good" without any great detail and still expect to have any readers left, but here we are. Talented musicians! Good songs! Songs I didn't know before and don't know now but really liked at the time! A pair of loud drunks wanted to make the show about themselves and Tom Wilson made fun of them in a way that everyone else caught but they didn't!
This was B&RK's Kings & Kings tour. A few years back, they recorded an album called Kings & Queens where they were joined on each song by different female vocalists like Lucinda Williams, Emmylou Harris, Holly Cole, and Serena Ryder. Kings & Kings, of course, is the same idea, just with dudes: Bruce Cockburn, Eric Church, City & Colour, Keb' Mo', Vince Gill, and others. Looking at the album online just now, I note Murray McLauchlin is not listed, which makes his cameo appearance at this show a bit odd. Apparently, in Calgary the night before, B&RK were joined by McLauchlin, Ian Tyson, and Lindi Ortega, none of whom appear on the Kings or Queens albums if the iTunes tracklists are to be believed. Anyway, McLauchlin joined the band for three or four songs; Try Walkin' Away was one I recognized, though it seems Murray McLauchlin is one of those people I know OF, not necessarily ABOUT. After the first tune, Tom Wilson was joking about how the song fell apart at the end, saying that B&RK "promises the best in semi-professional entertainment." Sometimes it's good to be musically ignorant; I didn't notice anything was up.
For the encore, they invited everyone up to the front of the stage; until then, it had been one of those shows where everyone sits and applauds politely. Getting a bunch of people up to the front added to the atmosphere and thinking about it now, could have been done much earlier in the evening. But I can't really call that a complaint if it took me four days to think of it.
UPCOMING CONCERTS • The Tea Party (March 18) • Bill & Joel Plaskett w/Mayhemingways (March 23) • Lisa LeBlanc (March 30) • I Love The 90s feat. Salt N Pepa, Vanilla Ice, Color Me Badd, Young MC, and Rob Base (April 1) • The Last Waltz Remembered feat. Corb Lund, Matt Andersen, Amy Helm, & the Russell Broom House Band (April 5) • BA Johnston w/Napalmpom (April 28) • kd lang (August 26) • Guns N' Roses (August 27) • Martha Wainwright (October 22)
Yesterday, Pre)thing lead guitarist, singer and songwriter Rust Epique died of a heart attack in his home in Las Vegas. He was only 35 years old. In addition to playing with Pre)thing (formerly known as Rustandthesuperheroes)