It was a 7 hour trip through the rockies to see the Hip through one heck of a snowy gloom. I started to count the number of vehicles in the ditch along the way but got lost around two dozen. We got into Calgary, checked into our hotel and got a quick bite at Red Lobster. Then, off to the university. We stopped a jealous security guard on campus to find out where we could find MacEwan Hall.
We all stood tight crowding the stage for an hour and a half waiting for what was possibly the best performance I have ever seen. When Ocean started I knew this was going to be a special show for me. Through to In View, which was better live than I had expected it to be; the vibe was palpable. I think everyone in the room must have had a smile on their face. I know I did, but its hard not to with Paul grinning at you. Flamenco and Thugs were obvious highlights for the evening, delivering some kick-ass energy. I had worried about Pretend being a pace-stopper, but with such powerful vocals its hard for it not to suck you in. Downie kicked into the next gear for Meridian, swinging his mic ferociously and ultimately breaking the cable clear off. He retreated into throught for a moment but was soon back at it with a new mic. Family Band received a great response from the crowd, an instant favorite of mine, but I was worried it would be overlooked. Kids was everything I wanted it to be. World Container was the absolute climax of the show. The manner in which it was performed was so surreal, I was brought out of the concert, mesmerized by Gord's voice and motion and transported inside the song.
There was so much chemistry within the band at this show, more than I've ever seen in any recording or in person. It started with a couple glances earlier on, I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Then Paul and Rob started giving each other cues, I think. When Gord D. stepped back and started singing a verse to Rob, he began to laugh. You could tell they were having one hell of a time.
The crowd interaction was also superb. Gord commented several times to screams from the crowd, even providing us with a great Billy Talent impression. He later jumped off stage and started shaking hands during a song.
Gord had some great moments, from his pacing polar bear (after a heartfelt dedication of Gus to Kunik) to wiping his face on Gord Sinclair's sleeve.
It was great to meet a few new hipbasers, meet up with some old ones, and perhaps create a few more in the process. This was one show I will remember forever.
I hope that the following shows can be this good, even without Fiddler's Green.
Here a few pictures I was able to take without my SLR:
