We were running behind. Not late, but behind. Monday is a school night, so Mika had to wrap up around 7:00, drive home, and eat a thing so we could make it to the show for 8:00. As we made the last turn towards the Conexus Arts Centre, I wondered how many people would be there. "Judging by the number of Facebook ads for the show I've seen," I said, "it might just be us."
It wasn't just us. But even that close to showtime, the parking lot was pretty bare. There was no line to enter, no line for the coat check, and when we ran into Rob, we learned he'd been evicted from his seat and moved to a much closer vantage point on the main floor because the call was made to close off most of the balconies. His group's upgraded seats wound up actually being a lot better than the ones we'd chosen, though that was largely because we'd taken our customary spots at the end of Row L For Legroom; often so appreciated but on this night, overkill. There weren't that many folks sitting in any of the rows behind us, apart from a few people at the very back. I can only assume they had plans involving drugs and/or handies.
The lowest of the balconies remained open, and while we waited for the show to start, a security guard wandered out in front of us to holler up at a balcony-dweller who had done the unthinkable and rested his drink on the ledge. I thought that maybe going up and talking to the guy would have been a more appropriate way to handle things; way less funny, though.
The opener was Cameron Neal, who played a 40-minute set of country tunes, just him and a guitar. Pleasant, hopeful, earnest. The kind of thing where you hear it and go "that was nice," and then you try to write about it, and you come up with two sentences, stare at them for a while, check all your social media to see if anything life-changing has happened in the last ten minutes, and repeat.
We'd seen Shakey Graves a few years back opening for City and Colour and really enjoyed him; I actually liked him better than the headliner and was looking forward to seeing a full set in a smaller venue. Not that this was that small; the Arts Centre felt kind of cavernous. Maybe one-third full for the start of Neal's set, closer to half-full by the end of the night. Split the difference and call it... five-twelfths, I suppose. It looks like he sold out every other Western Canadian stop on this tour, so maybe the venue was just too big? Shakey (Mr. Graves?) did comment repeatedly on the size of the stage itself and the amount of running around he'd have to do all night. To that end, at one point, he ran a lap just because.
He was immediately captivating, playing the first half-hour or so by himself with guitar and kick drum. The first song was Word of Mouth, a song full of advice that sounds like good advice but is actually bad advice, like all advice. He explained this mid-song. He explained many things. Eventually, he was joined by a full band, and I started to recognize a few songs off his newest album, Can't Wake Up, from when Mika was playing it. I didn't know that some of these songs made up a trilogy about someone named Garth Nazarth, a very interesting fact that may have been made up on the spot as he was telling us. He also played covers by Neil Young and Townes Van Zandt, who he insisted was a famous rapper.
At one point, someone asked where he got his name, and he joked "a cereal box" before telling the real story. Or what I assume was the real story, I don't know, I wasn't there. I also don't know what a Shakey Graves cereal would entail. Crunchy corn caskets and crosses with marshmallow urns, with enough added sugar to give you the shakes? And when Neal returned to join Shakey in a song they'd co-written, Shakey told us to meet up with Neal in the lobby after to buy his stuff. "Where will you be?" hollered someone. A fair question. And he was going to be outside in a bear costume, apparently. I didn't see him when we were walking to the car but we did get out of the building in good time.
It looked like everything was wrapping up and everyone stood to applaud, but Shakey was just sending the band away. He stuck around, did one last song by himself, and that was it. No encore, except it kind of was one, except he never left the stage. This seemed like a good way of avoiding the artificial feeling of an encore but also not leaving people feeling like they missed out on something.
This whole thing was a delight. Great tunes and a fun sense of humour. It deserved a bigger turnout, but the folks who were there were really into it. One dude in particular was as invested in this show as I've ever seen. So much standing, so much waving, so much yelling, so much insisting to the usher that she was going to love the show and become a new fan. She did give him two semi-enthusiastic thumbs up at one point but I don't think she really enjoyed her night; at one point she walked over with her flashlight to help ensure someone made it to the bar safely and wiped the heck out in the process. The ushers need ushers. I suppose it was only a matter of time, given the numbers of people getting up and returning with drinks; a lot more of that than at most shows here. But I suppose it made them more enthusiastic, and at least they were polite; one drinker said "excuse me" so many times and so loudly while exiting her row that I initially thought she was trying to get Shakey's attention. Maybe she needed more clarification on the bear costume situation.
UPCOMING CONCERTS: • Hawksley Workman & the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra (April 13) • Morrissey (April 20) • The Tea Party (April 25) • BA Johnston (April 26) • Foxwarren w/Hannah Cohen (May 29) • “Weird Al” Yankovic (August 21) • Elton John (October 1) • Thrush Hermit (October 4)
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1630344058/inside-of-blue-buildings So I got this friend named Jeremy and he's using Kickstarter to get money to press 100 copies of his new album. He only wants $450.00 and every little bit helps.