When our babies are 4 months old, we attend a kick-ass rock and roll show.
Kind people watch our babies late at night.
And we go to bars where our favourite musicians destroy us.
With little Peja, our good friend, and one of the original Barn Flyz, Brent "The Wheel" Ferris gave us his time so we could see an amazing set from Hayden. And with Echo, Sienna's childhood friend Carolyn and her buddy Mark-Jan, did their very best to keep our little monster happy while we relived our youths at Lee's Palace.
Thrush Hermit was introduced to me by my good friend Grady Kelneck, and seeing them live was probably the first toronto bar show I ever saw. I believe it was in 1997, and the gang of us walked to the venue (The Opera House), about 60 blocks, because we didn't understand the idea of "transfers" allowing us to get on buses after riding the subway. We got there at like 6pm or something, hours and hours before the show, because we wanted to be in front of the stage. Thrush hermit pulled up in a rented RV, because their venerable short-bus had broken down. We helped them carry in their gear, including their famed rock&roll sign, and hung out in the bar until they kicked us out before sound check. They were the 5th band on the bill, and after the 20 miles we had walked, and the three hours of standing in line, and the 2 hours of standing at the front waiting for them to play, I was pretty much ready to curl into a ball and sleep for a thousand years. But right as I was ready to die, they played this song "sorry if your heart as no more room" and it just connected with me and I didn't feel tired, my feet stopped aching, and it was perfect.
Sienna and I had a similar day, with a baby in tow, with a 2 hour train ride, miles of walking, but when Thrush Hermit took the stage on Saturday night, every single song had the energy to lift our spirits and heal our wounds. I have never enjoyed a show more. They made me believe in rock and roll, and I don't care how lame that sounds.
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