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Concert Review: Andrew Bird, Basia Bulat, July 19, Echo Beach

Posted on July 20, 2012 by jessica in Concerts | Leave a comment

In what had to be one of the loveliest shows Toronto will see this summer, Basia Bulat and Andrew Bird melted hearts in their respective sets on a day when Torontonians were, for once, not melting from heat. Even though there’d be rain while we’d be on a pseudo-beach at the waterfront, and armed with umbrellas and the like, it was as if these musicians warded off the storm as we watched a pink sunset and were treated to a … →

CMW Review: Royal Canoe, Papermaps, ALX, March 24

Posted on March 27, 2012 by jessica in Canadian Music Week, Concerts | Leave a comment

On Saturday, I headed over to the Hard Luck Bar to catch Winnipeg’s Royal Canoe. I went in knowing that they had a really groovy and weird new EP called “Extended Play,” but just a couple songs in, I was absolutely blown away. With six members all completely focused on many different things but still showing that they were into the audience and feeling the music, it was impressive to watch them all so in sync with each other, even … →

A CMW Review: Parlovr, March 23, El Mocambo

Posted on March 26, 2012 by jessica in Canadian Music Week, Concerts | 1 Comment

On Friday night, I somehow continued my trend of seeing bands from Montreal with hair I could say a lot about by going to see Parlovr. I had seen this trio three years ago at North by Northeast and missed every festival appearance of theirs since, so it was time to see them again. After the chaos that was the outside of the El Mocambo (dear security guard: don’t separate the lines into two and then if someone asks you which … →

Concert Review: Ohbijou, Julie Doiron, September 30th, Trinity St Paul’s Church

Posted on October 3, 2011 by jessica in Concerts | Leave a comment

With the rain pouring harder than it has in Toronto in weeks, soaked but excited people filtered into Bloor Street’s Trinity St. Paul’s Church. Shivering and damp, ready for warmth whether it be from temperature or the kind brought on by the night’s roster, we settled into the pews, where we’d leave puddles.