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The semi-regular opportunity to see arena-level bands in a nice, 2,000-person capacity balconied theatre easily pushes Metropolis to the top of my preferred Montreal concert halls…
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The semi-regular opportunity to see arena-level bands in a nice, 2,000-person capacity balconied theatre easily pushes Metropolis to the top of my preferred Montreal concert halls…
The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival is legendary, and while the festival that takes place on the fairgrounds is outstanding enough all by itself, it’s the countless aftershows that happen nightly throughout the world’s most notorious music city that really amps things up…
Well this was quite a night…
On April 21st, 2012 I made my second climb up the steps of the CN Tower…
When a friend told me that Steve Martin was going out on a minitour with Martin Short I immediately searched for tickets and had my heart broken. The half-dozen or so dates were all pretty far away and most importantly they were all sold out…
The Higher Ground people are famous for their tight security at the door and it always takes longer than you think it will to get it, no matter how many times you (or in this case, I) go through the process. And for some reason it’s always (always!) much colder waiting in that line than you think it will be…
April 4th, 1991 was my first time seeing the great, great Paul Simon. The show was relatively small, taking place in the 9,000 seat Ottawa Civic Centre just a short stroll from Carleton University’s campus where I was living in one of the school’s residence buildings…
When Metallica hit the stage they did so in a blistering cavalcade of open-E palm-muted sixteenth notes absolutely synched with Lars Ulrich’s double kick drum flams. Out of the gate they were undeniably the tightest band my young ears had ever heard and I was hooked in for the next two hours…
In so many ways, the Preservation Hall band just screams “New Orleans!” and it screams it loud. When you walk into the small, square room you’d swear that jazz had been living there forever…
My only brush with The Doors came on March 30th, 1993 when Robbie Krieger played a very unlikely venue in Gatineau called Houblon. I went with my good friend Jojo and we had a whale of a time…