The day after a show – or in this case the 2 days it took for the fog to clear from my head – I always enjoy going back to go over my notes from the evening. It’s a pretty good gauge on how my night went, where it ended up, and if I was still coherent by the end of it. The neater the notes, the tamer the evening. When it comes to our freshman night at Dicken’s in Calgary to check out The Wild! and CKY, I managed to make out about 3 pages before my notes became ineligible so I’ll be re-telling the later events of the evening from what blurry memories I have left. If you’ve never seen those God Damn Wild Boys in their element, spoiler alert: it was a night of unadulterated, debaucherous rock and roll.
Sheepdogs bring the Canadiana at the Stanley Cup 125th Anniversary Tribute Concert
Last Friday, two of my favourite things about Canada came together in one venue, rock ‘n roll and hockey. Whether you’re a sports fan or not, there’s just something about hockey that bring all Canadians together. A collective sense of pride, if you will.
Big Wreck shows the Iconic Barrymore’s they still know how to rock a crowd
It’s a difficult task, getting a crowd out on a Monday night in Ottawa. Especially when it’s a freezing rain kind of night. As I arrived at Barrymore’s on an especially miserable winter evening, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ottawa was pumped and ready to party on a school night.
Le Trouble, Mosely, and Shadowhand graced House of Targ Saturday night
Saturday night was very Deja Vu for me as we stepped back into House of Targ, having spent our Friday night in the same (mind you, rowdier) room. The crowd seemed Zen for a Saturday night which was a welcome reprieve from the aggressive night of debauchery I had subjected myself to on Friday. Don’t get the wrong idea though, the room was buzzing with musical anticipation as we settled in with a cold PBR to await the rock and roll. People played pinball and chatted as they made new friends and the room started to swell.
River Town Saints bring the Valley downtown
Doc Marten’s and mohawks were replaced by cowboy boots and plaid as the River Town Saints rolled into Mavericks on Friday night. Ottawa’s favourite metal venue was officially taken over by the boys from the Valley.
Ottawa’s Iconoclast joined Finger 11 to rock Mavericks on Friday night
Saying the crowd was alive Friday night at Mavericks would be an understatement. 300 bodies packed the room as we (Iconoclast) took to the very crowded stage. Often when opening for larger acts, we end up having to set up our gear in front of their back line, which makes a tight fit for five six foot rockers. But you learn how to move around without space. Dodging guitar necks and mic stands while you strive to put on the show the screaming fans deserve. Or just dive into the pit, and fist bump fans while shredding licks. It’s a good life.
