On the night of Halloween, a troupe of four set out on a journey to hear magical sounds in the building known to people for its proximity to a sketchy transportation station surrounding by gravel and other such rocks. They assembled in front of the Metropolis approximately two hours before the start of the performance – they being Anti-Rocks, Paw, the Western Redhead and Steel-toed Pirate. That night Anti-Rocks had green hair and was almost unnoticed by the Steel-toed Pirate and the Western Redhead until she caught their attention by means of savage poking. Much to their delight, they entered the line with Paw and Anti-Rocks. During this time, they discussed strategies for fending off unwelcome crowd annoyances and the upcoming sushi creations two days later.
Upon entry, they raced to the front gate and assured their places from premium viewing of the musical groups that would appear in the near future on that night. While waiting they purchased various provisions in the form of water, tee-shirts and compact discs. Much to their excitement, the first group appeared – of course not in normal attire. Two were in space suits (one having two heads, which slightly unnerved Paw) and the drummer appeared as a Giraffe. It appears that the other two did not know that he would do that. So, The Land of Talk played their music for about 45 minutes and during that time a rabbit hopped on to the stage to play saxophone for one song. Not long after Land of Talk disappeared into the darkness, Broken Social Scene made their way onto the elevated platform in front of the brave troopers. Being that they were the main act, the troupe held onto the gate for dear life in case of sinister annoyances.
They arrived disguised. Of course the Bunny was there, as was a man dressed as a woman (Mrs. Brendan Canning), with her “asshole drunken husband” (Kevin Drew). In their company – a mummy, a man in a toga and various other costumes. Without delving too far into details, suffice to say the musical group played extremely well. The night was filled with magic. A particularly magical part of the performance was during the song “Ibi dreams of pavement (a better day)”. During the middle of the song (where the band typically plays and no one sings), the sinister husband addressed the crowd and asked us to scream, but for a particular reason – for ourselves:
"All right, it's therapy time everybody. This little bit we do for everybody, every human being in the house tonight. For everything you've lost, for everything you didn't get, for everything you hurt, for everyone that hurt you, everything you want to become, everything you never became, you're gonna scream. All right? You're gonna let it all out, you're gonna be as loud as you can...On the count of three, you gotta scream your guts out. You ready? Therapy. One. Two. Three. Scream. Go”
After his cue, the entire building was filled with the screams of joy and sorrow, general pure emotion of the crowd – not once, but twice. Anti-Rocks and Paw both had the same reaction: which was to bend over the rail and scream into the ground in front until they had no voice left. However, the night was not without its annoyances. The Steel-Toed pirate was generally the protector of all, but mostly the Western Redhead. At one point, there was a particularly annoying person who kept savagely kicking and bumping into the Steel-Toed pirate. As such, she did what naturally came to mind – to wrap her leg around the annoyance and pull forward so that they fell to the ground. It appears the person was incredibly confused and had no idea what had happened – much to the Pirate’s delight. On the side of Anti-Rocks and Paw, there was a strangely dressed female who also kept bumping into them, and her handbag would continuously whack the face of Paw. At one point the female asked if she could stand in between us at the gate for a while, to which Paw replied “well, I am with my comrade” and so the female went on the other side, but still dancing with the annoying handbag action. The pirate was tempted to take action, but she refrained.
The concert ended when Halloween ended, thereby ending our night of magic, happiness and wonder (it lasted about 4 hours in total, including the Land of Talk). And so, the tired troupe headed home. However, this does not end this Halloween tale. It appears that the spirit of Halloween would not leave our fearless travelers just yet.
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