Weakerthans and Constantines Show
Welcome to the Winnipeg music scene.
Last night, at Le Rendezvous, a venue that is going to be torn down in the coming weeks, more great Canadian music. Out of Ontario, The Constantines, and from Winnipeg, Inward Eye, Burnthe8track, and The Weakerthans. Inward Eye tore the roof down and The Constantines converted the skeptics. The Weakerthans always play a tight show at home.
Late afternoon, another day is nearly done. A darker gray is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor, and in the Dollar Store the clerk is closing up, and counting Loonies, trying not to say, "I hate Winnipeg." The driver checks the mirror, seven minutes late. The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates that the Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway. The same route every day. And in the turning lane, someone's stalled again. He's talking to himself, and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase: "I hate Winnipeg." And up above us all, leaning into sky, our Golden Business Boy will watch the North End die, and sing "I love this town," then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim, "I hate Winnipeg." -One Great City!, The Weakerthans
Last night, at Le Rendezvous, a venue that is going to be torn down in the coming weeks, more great Canadian music. Out of Ontario, The Constantines, and from Winnipeg, Inward Eye, Burnthe8track, and The Weakerthans. Inward Eye tore the roof down and The Constantines converted the skeptics. The Weakerthans always play a tight show at home.
Late afternoon, another day is nearly done. A darker gray is breaking through a lighter one. A thousand sharpened elbows in the underground. That hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor, and in the Dollar Store the clerk is closing up, and counting Loonies, trying not to say, "I hate Winnipeg." The driver checks the mirror, seven minutes late. The crowded riders' restlessness enunciates that the Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway. The same route every day. And in the turning lane, someone's stalled again. He's talking to himself, and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase: "I hate Winnipeg." And up above us all, leaning into sky, our Golden Business Boy will watch the North End die, and sing "I love this town," then let his arcing wrecking ball proclaim, "I hate Winnipeg." -One Great City!, The Weakerthans
posted by James at 4:00 AM
4 Books were burned:
solid show indeed, on the weakerthans part anyways.
In the words of Emac: "Constantines = nuts."
wow. i totally wish i was there. anyway... hello.
What's up.
Throw one on the pile
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