For all the concerts I go to, it's a little ridiculous that it took me 31 years to finally attend the SaskTel Saskatchewan Jazz Festival. I suppose it makes sense if you figure that aside from knowing that jazz plus jazz equals jazz, I don't know what the jazz is all about. But much the same way that our Folk Festival includes rock, country, hip-hop, and much more, the Jazz Festival is really just a jazz festival in name only.
The initial draw for me was the chance to see Son of Dave for the first time in 17 years. I saw him on his first solo tour on April 18, 2000, and haven't made it to a show since. He lives in the UK now and doesn't tour Canada much, though he does occasional gigs in Winnipeg (where he's from) and I've had tickets to those shows on at least two occasions, but work or something always got in the way.
And then - THEN - Hawksley Workman retweets some rando saying he can't wait for Hawksley's show at the Jazz Festival. I'm not sure if Hawksley was a late addition or if I'm just slipping in my old age, but I missed his name on the lineup page. I excitedly check the schedule... and he's playing on the same Saturday night as Son of Dave. I curse the fates. But wait! Hawksley is on from 8:00 to 9:30. Son of Dave starts at 10:30! I LOVE the fates. The fates are awesome. Heck yeah, fates, you're okay by me.
I had tickets to Serena Ryder in Regina for Sunday night, so I had to head home early, but I checked the rest of the schedule to see who was playing on the Friday night, and Amanda Marshall was headlining the main stage. I hadn't heard any Amanda Marshall songs in years, but I was immediately intrigued. I don't know if her name will ring a bell for any non-Canadians reading this, but Marshall was HUGE in Canada for a little under a decade. Her first album came out in 1995 and was basically all hits, and her third (and thus far, last) was released in 2001. After that, she basically disappeared. And I don't mean "got less popular," I mean she vanished. No new music, no tours, no online presence. Wikipedia makes vague reference to legal issues that started when she fired her management team in the early 2000s, but whatever the cause, it was kind of remarkable for someone that famous to disappear so thoroughly. I mean, I know Alanis Morissette isn't as big a star now as she was 20 years ago, but I'm sure she has a website, right?
Over time, Marshall eventually resurfaced for infrequent performances, but even now, there's very little to indicate that she's actively working. Her Wikipedia page notes a radio interview where she said she hoped to have a new CD out in 2013. It hasn't arrived yet. I decided that I had to go see this show because how often is this opportunity going to come around again? And besides, I'd never seen her before.
Or hadn't I? I drove to Saskatoon early Friday morning, stopping only for a quick visit with my pal Garth before skipping town. Garth is my chiropractor, and about a week before, Mika said "you haven't had any problems with your back in a long time," so you know I was doomed. But really, it wasn't so bad - just kind of stiff feeling - and Garth loosened me up. Plus, when I listed off who I was going to see at the Jazz Festival, he was oddly excited for Hawksley Workman. That was as delightful as it was unexpected.
I got sidetracked, so let me try this again. Or hadn't I? On the drive in to town, Deserée texted to ask if we'd seen Amanda Marshall years ago. I had been sure all along that I hadn't, but I immediately started second-guessing myself. Some research showed that she played Saskatoon on June 23, 1999 - or exactly 18 years to the day before the Jazz Festival show. Thanks to these old reviews, I know I wasn't there, but by remembering how Marshall moved around on stage, it's safe to say Dez was.
After lunch with Dave, I drove around Saskatoon, hitting record stores, buying nothing, and marveling at how much has changed. I don't come to town much anymore and 8th Street and Midtown Plaza are both nearly unrecognizable.
I made my way to Josy and Anna's house, where I'd be spending the weekend. With a little time before the weekend of music would begin in earnest, Josy and I set out on a Pokémon GO walk, since we're the only people left still playing it. The River Landing area of Saskatoon is new since I lived there and it's quite nice, if currently buggy.
Back to the house and their son wanted me to read him a book. He brought over The Book of Facts, which doesn't exactly have a lot of story to it, but that's not the point. One time he wanted me to read him a story. I told him that I couldn't read and I made up a story based on pictures (after first claiming to believe that his book was a Domino's Pizza ad) and now that's just a thing we do. He doesn't really believe that I'm illiterate anymore but I still keep kayfabe, so to show him that my reading had improved, I had to get something close to right. That's how The Book of Facts became The Big Book of Farts. From there, I didn't really need to do much - he ran with the premise (the premise being "farts") and I just kind of supervised.
Eventually, it was time to pick Deserée up and head downtown for Amanda Marshall. We knew the show was sold out and that seating would be at a premium, so with an 8:00pm start time, we figured that we'd need to be there by 7:30.
hahahahahahaha we're dumb, look at us, we're really dumb
What followed was a series of events that I can't say I didn't anticipate, but the scope of them was far beyond me. First was parking. Downtown Saskatoon is notorious for not having a ton of parking at the best of times. Long before I moved away, I can remember six-block walks to go see a movie. And those movies weren't in downtown parks that don't normally host anything beyond vagrants and sparrows. The short version is that we tried to get a good spot, failed, then circled out wider and wider until we'd doubled back to a ridiculous degree. I feel like there's a funnier way to say this but maybe "we parked far away" isn't the anecdote gold it originally seemed.
With more time spent parking and a longer-than-expected walk to the park, we got there later than we wanted. Luckily, we had brought our nice lawn chairs with us so we could relax and enjoy the show. Unluckily, there was no place left to park a chair. This place was packed. I later learned that a sellout, for the Jazz Festival main stage, is 3,500 people. I don't doubt this. And you could probably seat 3,500 people there given uncomfortably cramped arena seating. But when you let people bring their own reasonably sized chairs and space them a reasonable distance from each other, that space gets filled up pretty quickly.
Ultimately, we shoved a recycling bin to one side and put our chairs next to it. This put us behind the main walkway at the back of the park, which was far from ideal, but was as good as we were going to manage. It could have been worse; other people eventually came and sat behind us. Others showed up with chairs, saw the situation, and left.
"Why are we taking our chairs back to the car?" asked one mother.
"'CUZ THERE'S NO PLACE TO PUT THEM" said her kid.
Now. I don't know if this reads funny to you. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe you had to see - or more importantly, hear - these two folks. The mother sounded like she'd just woken up in a gutter. The son's voice was 50% the squeaky-voiced teen from The Simpsons, 50% a literal demon. It was amazing. We did impressions of them all night long.
Our openers were Regina Folk Festival favourite blues-rockers The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer. As they were unarmed during this performance, I don't know which was which. Also, I'm pretty sure there were at least four people on stage. I don't know if the other two are killers too. Maybe The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer & The Climate Change Denier & The Guy Who Refuses To Vaccinate His Kids is too long to fit on the marquee?
I can't really tell you much about this set because we were so far back, and people were using that walkway as a place to stand and watch the show, so we really couldn't see anything. Even the big screens were mostly blocked from our view. All of these extracurriculars made it pretty hard for me to pay any attention. I will say that Dez and I were in agreement that they sounded good and we'd both like to see them again sometime under better conditions. Luckily for me, they seem to play Regina fairly regularly.
Okay. Up until now it had not been the best experience. If I ever come back to a mainstage show at the Jazz Festival, I'll know that you have to be there waiting for the gates to open if you want a shot at seeing the show. I can't even get mad at all the yahoos standing directly in front of us. It's kind of a dick move, but we're all just trying to see the show we paid for and there really isn't enough space for the number of tickets they'd sold. I get that. Though I will take a certain joy in knowing that the one guy who stood in front of us forever went around all evening with his fly down. Enjoy the breeze, Mr. White Jeans.
For Amanda Marshall, I gave up on the chairs and went and stood with the other yahoos. If you can't beat 'em until they fall over and get out of your way, join 'em.
I had joked, before the show, that I'd once thought Amanda Marshall had died. I know now that she is, in fact, still alive. The new theory I'm going with is that around 2002, she fell into a time portal. 2017 Amanda Marshall sounds the same and looks the same (and has the same hair, much to everyone's delight) and this time portal theory makes a lot of sense to me - though I'm open to the possibility that she may be a robot. That would work too. Someone else suggested she'd been kept in cryogenic stasis for the past 15 years but that sounds pretty silly to me.
Anyway, I wasn't at that Amanda Marshall show 18 years before, but I'd have to think this experience wasn't all that different. Like I said, she hasn't missed a step. This was very much a greatest hits show - there were only a handful of songs I didn't recognize all night. It was a bit like Bryan Adams, where Mika and I thought "okay, we heard all the singles, what's left but Cuts Like a Knife" and then he'd play hit after hit that we'd forgotten about. Except in this case we were waiting for Birmingham (though I bet she could kill Cuts Like a Knife if she really wanted to), which was the closer. The encore was Let It Rain. The only single we noticed missing was Everybody's Got a Story, much to the dismay of the loud drunk dude behind us who yelled quite loudly for it.
Marshall came across like a really likeable person. She joked about her trademark giant hair and she joked about her absence (though never explained it), and seemed truly appreciative to get such a warm reception after so many years. And she was beloved - I read news stories about the show that talked to fans who flew in from Alberta and BC to see this. Though I don't know that anyone loved her as much as that drunk guy.
Though it was funny - you know how you go see a band, and they play the first few notes of a big hit, and everyone recognizes it and cheers? Well, because Marshall has been out of the spotlight for so long, she'd start playing a song and when people recognized it, instead of cheering, you could hear 3,500 people all say "oh!" in unison. Like we'd all forgotten Fall From Grace was a thing and we all remembered it at once.
Despite less than ideal conditions - apart from the park being packed, it was also unseasonably chilly - this was a delightful show and you should go see Amanda Marshall if you get the chance. I mean, you likely won't get the chance, but if she falls through the time portal somewhere near you, I recommend it.
Afterwards, we packed up our neglected chairs and made the long trek back to the car. I picked up some snacks, dropped Dez off at home, and got back to Josy's house much later than anticipated. We had a little time to visit before I crashed out. I plugged my phone in, with a cord that was a little too short to be convenient (this will matter later), and briefly perused the internet before falling asleep. This seemed like such a good idea that I did it for most of the morning too - wake up, look at phone, pass out, repeat. This went on for so long that I didn't get up until almost 11:00.
Eventually I staggered back into the land of the living. I made Josy make me burgers and we went to the University to look around and chase more Pokémon. This didn't work out so well - my foot was killing me and the weather didn't cooperate. We spent most of our time inside, avoiding a rainstorm. Eventually, we headed back to his place so I could turn around and go back out.
SLCR #283: Hawksley Workman (June 24, 2017)
See, my idea was to do the whole Jazz Festival as one review, like the Folk Festival, so I could keep each individual segment nice and short. And I suppose I should fess up: that didn't happen. At all. This thing is huge. I'd have told you up front but you'd never have read this. Now you're stuck here and you need to see how this ends. It's brilliant, really.
After dealing with the crowds the night before, Dez and I had decided that we needed to get to the free stage nice and early for Hawksley. We also made plans to meet Jenn and Nicholas for Jamaican food beforehand. These two things combined resulted in us eating at "senior time," as Nicholas aptly put it. But who among us hasn't eaten Jamaican curry at 4:30 in the afternoon? And fantastic Jamaican curry at that.
We finished with dinner and headed out. The rain had left and it was delightfully hot and sunny. Three of us headed right to the park while Nicholas went home for a quick nap to recover from the afternoon's Pride parade. I found a better parking spot this time, and we got a quality patch of lawn to plant our chairs, so that was very exciting. Or at least pleasant. Mostly pleasant.
The day's free stage events were a cross-promotion between Saskatoon Pride and the Jazz Festival. I checked out the schedule and apart from headliner Hawksley, I didn't recognize any names. We arrived in time to see most of Catey Shaw's set - which at an hour, she said was the longest of her career - and we all really liked her. Fun singer-songwriter pop, and Shaw seemed very personable. I've since checked out more of her songs and maybe you should do the same?
Somewhere in here, Reagan showed up and Nicholas returned. I wandered away to get a drink, eventually settling on some ridiculously good fresh lemonade (and some kettle corn, because kettle corn). When returning to my chair, I had a moment of "where are we sitting again?" that was quickly alleviated because Nicholas was wearing a rainbow striped cowboy hat that matched his rainbow striped tank top and rainbow striped glitter beard. He was hard to miss, is what I'm saying. It's hard to stand out at Pride but he managed quite well. He'd also offered to glitter up my beard (you use a glue stick and hairspray) (and glitter) (duh) and I was sorely tempted, but I didn't think I could put Josy's pillows through that.
There were some drag queens performing between Shaw and Hawksley and - I say this with the utmost respect to my wife and my family and my friends and I hope you understand where I'm coming from here - I can only hope that one day I will love anyone or anything as much as Nicholas loved these drag queens. It was amazing to see. And hear. Mostly to hear.
So, Hawksley. This was my 20th Hawksley show and by now, I know how this works. When he takes a full band on tour, he digs through his back catalogue and plays a whole bunch of weirdo songs that probably don't do much for a lot of people but that I love. When he's just playing one-off shows here and there, he has about 25 regular songs that he draws from. This was one of those shows. I'm not complaining - I thought this was great. Of course I would.
Plus there were some interesting twists in terms of the band that made this a unique show, at least in terms of the ones I've seen. I've seen Derrick Brady play bass for Hawksley many times, and I think Brad Kilpatrick on drums as well. Mr. Lonely's absence was conspicuous and he was missed, though Hawksley filled in on keyboards, which I hadn't seen before. And Jackie Mohr (of The Mohrs, a band I've totally heard of and know nothing about) was on guitar, which also presented the opportunity for female backing vocals on some songs that don't normally have them. Or vocals that were, like, five times louder than Hawksley on the first song - but the sound folks got that sorted out in short order.
I took notes during the show so here's a full setlist:
• We Will Still Need a Song [this was an all-ages show, so he started with "Baby, you're drunk" instead of the usual "Fuck you, you're drunk"] • The City is a Drag [an extended version where he also sang part of Karma Chameleon and a bit of We Built This City] • We're Not Broken Yet • Warhol's Portrait of Gretzky [this was the "pretty bloody sexy" version] • Teenage Cats • It's Really Starting to Snow • Or Maybe a Boat • someone called out for Claire Fontaine and he did the first few lines • Goodbye to Radio • Jealous of Your Cigarette • Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off • Oh You Delicate Heart • Safe and Sound • he started Autumn's Here but decided against it • Beautiful and Natural • Smoke Baby [it sounded like there was a bit of Wicked Game thrown in there, but I couldn't hear well enough to be certain] ---encore--- • Don't Be Crushed
So no real surprises, but a fine set. Of course, Hawksley spent lots of time talking to the crowd, and everything was very Saskatoon-centric. He talked about his first shows at Louis' Pub and moving up to the Broadway Theatre, though he seemed to hold a special spot in his heart for Amigo's. I don't remember him ever playing Amigo's (apart from one show with Mounties a few years ago that I was too sick to attend), but he really wanted all of us to go swimming in the river after his show, and we should all swim over to Amigo's. But we had to be careful doing it. "Safety third? No. Safety first? Yes."
As soon as the show was over, I was out of there - I had about an hour to get back to the car and make my way to Amigo's. Nicholas helped me tote my lawn chairs back to the car before heading home to touch up his glitter. The others went for poutine. I was very much looking forward to Son of Dave but I did have a touch of poutine envy.
SLCR #284: Son of Dave (June 24, 2017)
I made it to Amigo's with time to spare, got myself a cider, and grabbed a seat by myself up at the front and off to the side. There weren't a ton of people there, though I was delighted to see anyone at all. That first Son of Dave show back in 2000 was pretty sparsely attended. By that, I mean - without exaggeration - there were more people there who paid to see me than to see the band. I had my table of friends who were there on my recommendation, and there was one guy who worked at the local community radio station, and that was about it. Other stops on that tour were about as well-attended. His previous band had garnered a lot of fame but it didn't carry over to his (very different) solo project. It was a pretty difficult time for him, but he's done well for himself since then, and it's been really gratifying to watch him go from busking in London to regular tours and having songs in commercials and TV shows like Breaking Bad and Preacher.
Because this was a Jazz Festival show, it was the rare Amigo's show that would start on time. I felt like I'd seen a unicorn. Unfortunately, Son of Dave's set was scheduled to go short - only 45 minutes - because he was the opening act for Reverend Raven & the Chainsmoking Altar Boys. He had a longer set scheduled at the free stage on Sunday evening, but I needed to be back in Regina by then as we had bought those tickets to Serena Ryder long before finding out about this.
It's really hard to not shorten Son of Dave to just Dave. But he's not Dave. That's his dad. He's Benjamin.
Anyway. He took the stage right on time, bringing with him a box of harmonicas and a fruit basket that featured a bag of barbecue chips. He later showed this off to the crowd, claiming that it was his rider.
If you were hoping for something more exciting to happen with the fruit basket, sorry - it just seemed worth mentioning since it was a fruit basket with chips, but I maybe should have skipped it since it didn't play a big role in the evening. Don't mention the fruit basket unless Son of Dave later kills someone with the fruit basket. Chekhov's fruit basket.
Son of Dave plays the blues, kind of. He plays harmonica and whatever else he feels like, and he beatboxes and sings and mixes it all on the fly with a sampler. He calls himself a bluesman and you can hear it in his music, but he's much better suited for a dance party than one would expect from a bluesman. His most recent release is a covers album called Explosive Hits, and that was mostly what he played here. There were some of his originals, like Leave Without Running and Shake a Bone (someone more knowledgeable than me will surely point out that these are old blues songs that I don't know about), but he played a lot of covers - everything from Tequila to Pump Up the Jam with a little Daft Punk for good measure.
Much as I watched his career progress from that 2000 show to now, you could see him winning over the audience as the evening went on. At the start, everyone stayed back in their seats, which he said was fine, we'd had a hard week and he'd just "do all the fuckin' work" for us. Then a few fans went up to the front. They were even requesting specific songs of his, which was pretty cool. Over the brief set, they were joined up at the front by more and more people. He showered them with dollar bills and people scrambled for fake money. Eventually, he demanded a conga line, and he got one. This was all great fun and my only complaint was that we didn't get twice as much of it.
I didn't stick around for Reverend Raven & the Chainsmoking Altar Boys, so as tradition dictates, I'll assume they were great. I also didn't stick around to chat with Benjamin, which I would have liked to do, but it was getting late and I wasn't sure he was going to come out anyway. Hopefully I'll get a chance next time, and hopefully that isn't another 17 years away.
I made my way back to Josy and Anna's house, where their son was having a sleepover with three friends. I met Anna on the front porch, and we visited for 20 minutes as we mentally prepared ourselves for what awaited inside. But mostly they were just watching a movie and it was pretty reasonable, all things considered. I chatted with Josy and Anna for a while as the kids all passed out. I tiptoed around them on my way up to bed for fear of waking them up and setting them off once more. Again, I read some internet on my phone before falling asleep.
Now, I'd taken over Josy's son's room for the duration of my stay. And as I mentioned in the last review (or was it two reviews ago? I forget how this gimmick works and I'm too lazy to scroll up), my phone cord was just a little too short - I could reach the outlet from the bed, but I couldn't actually set the phone down on the bed - and because of the headboard, there was no convenient place to rest my phone - so I just left my phone hanging over the headboard. The first night, that worked fine. On the second night, not so much. I woke up around 8:00 and my phone was missing. Which sounds like the punchline to a tremendous joke about giant marshmallows (or... something smaller and harder, I guess?) but it was all too real.
"Oh well," I thought, "it has to be here, no sense worrying about it now." I got up and went to the bathroom, then laid back down to sleep some more. And of course I couldn't. I dumped the pillows on the floor. And then all the blankets. Nothing. And then the mattress. Still nothing. There were these slats that supported the mattress, and clearly the phone had fallen through them. And the slats were screwed into the bedframe. There was no removing them.
Luckily, I had also brought my work phone with me, and I could use the Find My iPhone app to track my lost personal phone. I could also use it as a flashlight. The bad news is that I hadn't charged it and it was down to the dreaded red sliver of battery life. I used the app, and sure enough, the loud ringing (it's 8:00 a.m.) told me that my personal phone was somewhere under the bed. (Here I discovered that you can't turn off the ringing without finding the phone and the phone was vibrating loudly too.) The bed has drawers in it, so I figured that was my answer - pull out a drawer and I can reach my phone. I shone my work phone flashlight into the darkness and saw something. I stretched as best as I could to reach it - and found a sock. This phone had mysteriously vanished, except that it was still ringing at me from somewhere in the darkness. I tried moving the bed. No phone - it was moving WITH the bed. And still ringing. And vibrating against my feet - it had fallen into the bedframe somehow.
Jesus, that was three paragraphs just to remind myself to pack the longer phone cord next time. Suffice to say, I eventually got the phone out and silenced it - and dropped my work phone under the bed in the process. I retrieved it, moved the bed back, got the drawer back in, put the mattress back, made the bed, and collapsed into it. This was all so very stupid and I'm pretty sure this anecdote is setting records for its dismal ratio of length vs. quality. IT WAS A BIG DUMB MESS AND IT KEPT GETTING DUMBER AND MORE RIDICULOUS WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SUCH AN EASY FIX IS MY POINT
When I finally got up for real, I headed back to Regina in short order so that I'd have plenty of time before the Serena Ryder show. This was not part of the SaskTel Saskatchewan Jazz Festival, though I did see it once referenced as being part of the smaller and seemingly unrelated JazzFest Regina 2017 (my tickets didn't say it was, but I saw it on the internet somewhere), so sure, let's go ahead and confuse future me and lump it in here. This thing isn't long enough yet.
SLCR #285: Serena Ryder (June 25, 2017)
I first saw Ryder in 2003. Hawksley had produced her album, and she was on tour opening for him. I saw her twice more after that in short order - once at the 2004 Regina Folk Festival (with Hawksley and his band as her band), and later that year at a solo show at the Exchange. There were probably around 100 people at that one.
Since then, of course, she's become a bonafide star with some big hits. She's playing bigger venues to far more people. And that's great! I like it when talented folks succeed. That said, my interest had waned over time. As her stuff sounded more produced and took some of the focus away from her voice, I lost some interest. And somehow this led to me not seeing her in concert for 13 years. I cannot fathom this. I mean, it makes sense. I was new to Regina. It may have been the first Regina Folk Festival Concert Series show I ever went to. But 13 years?
I'd like to finish this monstrosity sometime before 2018 is done, so I'll set aside my existential crisis for now. They announced the concert, I thought "maybe, if I can get good tickets," and then I was quick on the draw and got front row centre. That's good enough.
On our way into the Conexus Arts Centre, I ran into my friend Brian, who noted that the crowd was skewed a lot older than he expected. There were lots of white-hair folks in the audience. Neither of us pointed out that he fit that bill too. Or that if you're going strictly by colour, I'll be there soon enough.
Mika and I took our seats and killed time before the concert as we often do - by going through our respective Instagrams and showing each other pictures of cute pets. It's basically a pre-show ritual at this point, and that's a problem when we have too many shows too close together. You people need to get more cats.
Our openers were local musicians Ava Wild and Scott Pettigrew, who played a very short set. They took turns, each singing lead on 3 or 4 songs. This was folky singer-songwriter stuff, mostly originals but with two covers - Wild sang Tennessee Waltz, and they closed with a duet - Hotel Yorba by the White Stripes. This was only enough to get a taste of each, but it was quite enjoyable and I hope to see them again someday.
Ryder took the stage and immediately started into Stompa, one of her big hits from her previous album. This was one of only three songs that Mika recognized all night, saying that she only knew the songs that they use on football. "Or are football-adjacent," she added. What I Wouldn't Do is another one; I don't watch enough football or ads during football to guess the third and I'm not waking her up to check. Really, I didn't know many more songs than that either - there weren't many old songs and those are the ones I know best.
The show was divided into three sections. The first and third had the full band (including two backup singers with amazing shoes), whereas the second was just Ryder and a guitar. I enjoyed her newer stuff - nothing on the show was bad - but the part where it was just her and a guitar was my favourite. It was a lot closer to the shows I remember. Plus it gave her more time to talk to the audience which was always good. She comes across as very down to earth with a great sense of humour.
The real star of the show may have been this "piece of confetti shaped like a leaf" that fell from the ceiling, somehow, and fluttered in the air, taking forever to finally land on the stage. Not only did it distract Ryder mid-song, but she then went in search of it, eventually handing it to an audience member, telling them to pass it to the back in hopes that it would eventually make its way up the balcony and fall on the stage again. It didn't
One thing I always liked in the old shows was when Ryder would do a few songs a capella; Sing Sing and Melancholy Blue being two favourites. There was nothing like that on this show. I don't know if that's been retired for good, or if she just wasn't doing that now so as to rest her voice. She mentioned that her voice was in rough shape and that she couldn't sing as high as normal right now. This, of course, is one of those things that I'd have never noticed if she hadn't said anything, and her voice was always the big selling point for me.
All told, it wasn't like the shows I remember, but she still has a great voice and a really likable personality. Would I go see her again? That's a tricky one. I like her a lot, but have less interest in her newer songs and those will always be the focus. She's played the Folk Festival before and probably will again, and maybe I should just wait for those appearances to roll around. Really, it probably just depends what kind of mood you catch me in when tickets go on sale.
Does this mean we can finally wrap this thing up?
SLCR #286: Ava Wild & Scott Pettigrew (July 9, 2017)
No. We cannot. This cannot end. It's two weeks later but this cannot end. This is only tangentially related to the previous review, but this cannot end.
Mark and Arlette got married. Hooray! And Other James got them a concert as a gift, which is totally something he'd do, and also a sign that the rest of us need to step up our game. Gravy boat? No longer acceptable.
Historically, I have skipped out on writing full reviews when seeing my friends' bands since... well, I don't have a good reason. I say it's because I can't be impartial (basically, I can't say mean things if they're awful), but mostly it was a good excuse to half-ass a review and call it good. And while I don't know Ms. Wild or Mr. Pettigrew, I do know Mark and Arlette and this was in their backyard, so... good enough. Or so I thought - then Mark asked me mid-concert if he was getting a review. Mika said "now you have to." She was right. Whole ass: engaged.
We showed up around 2:40. We were greeted first by Other James, then random guests, then Gus, a friendly little dog who rapidly lost interest in us as there were many other people around and one of them might feed him. We eventually found Mark and Arlette who welcomed us into their lovely yard and showed us where everything was. We were told there were snacks in the garage, but I was involved in the construction of that garage so we wisely stayed away for fear it might collapse at any moment. We sat near it for a while which was risky enough.
You'll note I did not say I helped build the garage. I was there while much of it was built. I mostly tried to stay out of the way and for at least part of that day, I was not an active hindrance. That's as good as you're going to get.
The B that we BYO'd came from Last Mountain Distillery - Sweet Tea Vodka Lemonade coolers. I picked up a four-pack at the farmers' market the day before, so we had two each. The second one was better than the first; in a related note, I should have brushed my teeth immediately upon waking up instead of right before leaving the house.
The music was broken into three sets - Wild solo, Pettigrew solo, and then the two together. I believe Wild played all originals, all on acoustic guitar. She has "a lot of songs" - some of which you can hear on her first album, Bare. Bare came out last year. Wild graduated from high school this year. That was enough to bring on a full-on "What have I done with my life?" crisis, but get this. I saw Ava Wild open for Serena Ryder two weeks ago. The last time I saw Serena Ryder in concert? Wild was 5. If you need me, I'll be curled up in the corner, thinking about how quickly I'll be dead.
No! I must soldier on. Ceaselessly. Like time itself. Scott Pettigrew played an electric guitar - it's worth nothing that people who know things about guitars were really into both Wild and Pettigrew's guitars - and while he sang a number of original tunes too (some from his album Alone, which also came out last year), he also threw some covers into the mix. He started with a Robert Johnson song, and later played a new Dan Auerbach song (Never In My Wildest Dreams) and - oh yes - Hallelujah. He did a fine job on it but that's almost immaterial for me - I've grown to love covers of Hallelujah to a ridiculous degree, just because I know how much Aaron hates them. Let's campaign to get Robert Pollard to cover Hallelujah just to see what happens to Aaron.
After Pettigrew's set, we had a bit of an extended break so I chatted with a few folks from work. I also mustered up my courage and braved the garage. There were snacks; it was inevitable.
The last set with both Wild and Pettigrew was a lot like their slot opening for Serena Ryder - among other songs, they again played Tennessee Waltz and Hotel Yorba - though the whole thing was more relaxed. Despite joking that they were only pretending to know what they were doing, they did a fine job - both with the whole music thing, but also in handling our talking, heckling, stage-managing gang of hooligans. They're very talented singers, songwriters, and musicians and they seem like delightful humans to boot. Recommended.
As for the venue, our lovely hosts took good care of us all. There were a couple dozen people in a tight space but everyone had a fine time. Also, I think there should be a dog at every concert I go to. I mean, maybe not the loud shows. But, like, if I could leave Guns 'N Roses for five minutes to play with a dog who only loved me for my watermelon, wouldn't that be better? Also, I'm confused why so many concert venues sound so bad and a random backyard can sound that good. In 286 reviews and probably around 300 actual concerts, this was my first house concert and I think maybe I've been doing it all wrong. Maybe if someplace tells you it's a concert hall or an event centre or whatever, it's trying too hard to convince you. Just find a backyard instead, one that's all like "I got this."
Yes. Find a talking backyard with confidence and hold all your concerts there. That is a wonderful note to end on.
SLCR #287: NO NO NO NO NO no no no nooooooooooooooooooo no
UPCOMING CONCERTS: • Bob Dylan (July 15) • July Talk (August 3) • I Mother Earth and The Watchmen (August 4) • Crash Test Dummies & the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra (August 7) • Beck (August 20) • kd lang w/Kacy & Clayton (August 26) • Guns N' Roses w/Our Lady Peace (August 27) • The Sadies (September 14) • Steve Earle & The Dukes (September 27) • The New Pornographers w/Born Ruffians (October 6) • Whitehorse w/Terra Lightfoot (October 13) • Sarah Slean (October 14) • Martha Wainwright (October 22) • David Myles (October 24) • Tanya Tagaq & the Regina Symphony Orchestra (November 25)
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