Gotta love it when one of your favourite bands announces a four-night stand at a club within fifteen minutes of your house. Today, I scored tickets to two of the Tragically Hip’s concerts at the Phoenix in mid-October. Night one is with Ambassador Gordo, the Tedsticle, and 3 (a.k.a. the third sluttiest girl at Walkhome, and yes, it’s a long story). Night two, meanwhile, is with the redoubtable Mike Jones, who’s quietly putting together an astounding run of concerts in 2006; after October 26th I’ll have seen Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers and Pearl Jam and the Hip twice each with everyone’s favourite ex-housemate of Bri Johnson’s.
By the way, Talia? I’m seeing the Tragically Hip at a 1,100-capacity club…twice. Which is approximately one-and-a-half times the size of the Mod Club–which means the forthcoming concerts aren’t nearly as cool as the one we saw June 29, 2004. Unless Bookie doesn’t show up. Then all bets are off. (“PLAY ‘FIDDLER’S GREEN’! GORD, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” Ah, memories.)