I went to Calgary this spring. That isn't really news - I visit my grandma twice a year - but I didn't go to any concerts so it was my first SLCR-less Calgary trip in some time. If you only know of my comings and/or goings through these reviews, you might not have known (or cared) that I was here. As though you care now. Anyway, at the end of that trip, when Colin dropped me off at the airport, he suggested I come back for the week of September 10, so we could go see The Book of Mormon. Some quick Googling confirmed that if I did, we could go see Frank Turner too. Though to be honest, I really didn't think it would happen - They Might Be Giants had teased a Canadian tour announcement was coming and I figured Calgary would be my best bet to see them. I've been a fan for close to 20 years and they've never come any closer than Minneapolis. Then TMBG booked a date in Saskatoon, so suddenly, my Calgary trip was set.
There was quite a bit happening in Calgary this week; unfortunately, most of it was running at the same time as the stuff we had tickets for. Andrew WK was playing opposite our showing of The Book of Mormon. Greta Van Fleet and Frank Turner were on at the same time. Too bad. And yet, I wrote most of this on the Friday night of my trip with nothing better to do. I guess I could have overpaid to see Sam Smith at the Saddledome in hopes that he'd play the worst James Bond song since Madonna's.
The Book of Mormon was on Tuesday night. I won't bother giving it a full review here but while it was very different than what we were expecting, we both really enjoyed it. Also, for the longest time, I was convinced that we were seeing Frank Turner on the night BEFORE The Book of Mormon, so I briefly had a big ol' freakout thinking I bought tickets for the wrong day. All was good, though as we were entering the theatre, the couple next to us actually HAD bought tickets for the wrong day. It turns out that in that situation, you go talk to a representative from Ticketmaster and hope for the best. I don't know if they ever got in or not.
We got some tasty Thai food before the play, and we lingered a bit over dinner which led to a bit of a panic getting to the theatre on time. We made it to our seats with about a minute to spare. With that in mind, we planned to meet up earlier before Frank Turner. This was a good idea that didn't pan out - Colin got held up at work so I took some time to explore his neighbourhood. I checked out the record store and the bookstore and saw a hairy crazy man on a bike (he had a big wordy sign that I couldn't really read - also, he stopped to buy or possibly sell drugs) before meeting Colin at the same barbecue place we'd eaten at in the spring. I got smoked turkey breast, bacon-wrapped corn on the cob, and a corn muffin with honey butter. This was tremendous, and barbecue is a good choice if you're in a hurry since everything's cooked before you get there. Unfortunately, even the barbecue miracle workers can only do so much. We finished our dinner, found our way to the university, and got there in time for the last song from the first opener.
So yeah, my review of Bad Cop/Bad Cop is based on all of one song. They're a four-piece all-female punk band and their one song - whatever it was called - was very loud. It's been a long time since I've felt quite such overwhelming loudness. Also quite a long time since I've seen a straightforward punk band. Not that I'm complaining - I liked what little I heard and while it's not my usual thing, there's always something to be said for mixing it up.
Next up was Sam Coffey and the Iron Lungs. As the band took the stage, we discussed which one we thought was Sam and which we thought were Lungs. This game got much less challenging when we saw that everyone was wearing denim vests, apart from one fellow, whose shirt could best be described as cape-like. Lead singers get capes. But even without the wardrobe hint, it would have been obvious. Coffey has an encyclopedic knowledge of rock 'n' roll frontman poses. Though he did run the risk of being upstaged by one of the guitarists, a large, tattooed, very smiley man with a rainbow-striped t-shirt under his denim vest.
I knew nothing about these folks going into this show but was quite impressed. Fun, high-energy rock from guys who really tried to put on a show. I could have written those two sentences about the Arkells - and in fact, I think I did - and I think if you liked one of those bands, you'd like both. Their set was about 45 minutes and it flew by. I'd make a point of seeing these guys again.
Someone in the crowd was wearing a NOT DEAD YET shirt, that being a line in Turner's song Get Better, my favourite of his. Colin didn't know the reference but still enjoyed the sentiment behind the shirt. After Coffey's set, we checked the stuff table to see what was there - that shirt must have come from a previous tour. Also not available at the stuff table: the Bret "Hitman" Hart jacket that some dude was wearing. It was a bold fashion choice but I dug it.
This review is kind of pointless because I knew I'd dig the show and you likely did too. I was interested in what Colin's reaction would be. He only knew one of Turner's songs, Recovery, so he was going in pretty cold. He seemed to really like it; Turner played the one song he knew, as well as the song from that guy's shirt, so he was happy. And like me, he enjoyed that one line from the song Try This at Home: "There's no such thing as rock stars, there's just people who play music / some of them are just like us and some of them are dicks." But more than the music, he seemed really taken with Turner's relentless positivity. Turner has two rules for his shows - don't be a dick, and sing along if you know the words - and he spoke a lot about how we can all come together for a rock show and treat each other well, and how we should take that positivity into the world when we left there. Unsurprising, I guess, from a guy who named his most recent album Be More Kind.
Of course, we got lots of songs off that album - so much so that Turner joked that "this fucker's only playing new shit" before launching into old favourite If Ever I Stray. One new song, The Lifeboat, he said they'd only played three or four times before, and this was the first time ever in Canada. The old songs got great reactions, of course, but Turner's got some devoted fans who sang along to everything, old and new. It is one of the rules, I suppose. For the most part, Turner played with the full band, the Sleeping Souls, but he did a handful of songs by himself. Toward the end, he got the crowd to make an open circle for people to run around in (I got sideswiped real good by a high-velocity passerby), then called everyone to some close and stand together, then eventually crowdsurfed while singing. Twice. A sign said you'd be thrown out after the second time you got caught crowdsurfing - I guess it doesn't apply to you if you're the guy people paid to see.
Want the whole setlist? Here it is anyway:
Don't Worry 1933 Get Better Recovery Little Changes The Next Storm The Way I Tend to Be Be More Kind Demons The Lifeboat If Ever I Stray Try This at Home One Foot Before the Other Balthazar, Impresario (solo acoustic) Song for Eva Mae (solo acoustic) Love Ire & Song (solo acoustic) Blackout Out of Breath Photosynthesis encore: Get It Right I Still Believe Four Simple Words Polaroid Picture
No real surprises, but does that matter? It was exactly what - and as good as - I was expecting. This was my fourth time seeing Frank Turner, and I've enjoyed watching his progression from opener to headliner, from MacEwan Ballroom to the larger MacEwan Hall. He tours relentlessly - as he told us, this was show #2,232 - and the effort is clearly paying off with larger, more devoted crowds every time out. Just a fantastic live show and a positive message at a time when people could use one.
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