However, as we say in French, peu importe. Around 9:45, the New Pornographers came out. With their name spelled out in lights behind them, they took the stage and rocked out for almost two hours. It was fabulous, and there were so many times that I wished I had my camera but it was alas forgotten. The music was lovely, the playing tight, Neko Case was perfection as always, Kathryn Calder is really coming into her own, AC Newman was himself, the other band members all seemed to be having fun and playing hard, and then there was Dan Bejar. He doesn't usually tour with the band (I've never seen him with them before) and it seems that he has quite the drinking problem. He was slurring, stumbling, drinking - don't get me wrong, I'm not judging, it's his choice, but it really took away from the music, which is what we were there to see. I don't think that the other band members were too keen on it either, as the dynamic seemed to change every time he stumbled onto the stage and then relaxed when he lurched off. He managed to play his songs reasonably well, his voice is really quirky and distinctive, but I felt sad watching him. Which is the last thing that you want to feel at a rock and roll show. However, with the most amazing version of The Bleeding Hearts Club, they made all right with the world. I left happy, satisfied, but also wistful. I have a feeling that is the last time that I will see the New Pornographers. You know when you just know it something in your heart of hearts - that was how I felt last night.
And then we got a parking ticket. I just love Montreal!
(this is an old picture of the band, but I really like it.)