sdg3205
08-03-2016, 01:17 AM
This past weekend was both incredibly exciting and terribly sad; I travelled from Vancouver, BC to Edmonton AB to see one of the Hip's "Man Machine Poem Farewell Tour" shows.
Any Canadians on this forum will know what I'm talking about. I know GFrank has some tickets to the Toronto show. If you're not familiar with The Tragically Hip, they are "Canada's Band" and Gord Downie was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer earlier this year. The news was about as painful as hearing a loved one in your very own family was afflicted. Like a lot of Canadians, I have been a die hard Hip fan for about 20 years and they're the sound track of my life.
After being unable to get tickets to the Vancouver and Calgary shows, my friend and I finally secured two tickets to the second Edmonton show. It was a phenomenal show. The band divided the concert into sections, with an album dedicated to each section. Gord had to take a few breaks and was clearly not his old self with the stories, dances and energy. The crowd sang along to almost every song. We watched as the band took a final bow, leaving Gord on the stage for about 10 minutes to say goodbye to the roaring crowd, most of whom (including myself) were either teary eyed or trying hard not to be. At one point, it even seemed to hit Gord, as he put a hand over his mouth.
I took the DeLorean. It was the longest trip I have ever taken in the car. Overall, i spent about 20 hours driving about 2,000 km. As i drove, i couldn't stop thinking about the juxtaposition between the excitement of the show and the sadness in knowing it was probably goodbye. Along the way, I past probably twenty or twenty-five much newer cars pulled over to the side of the road suffering various maladies from blown out tires to overheating. I thought to myself 'Hmmmmm. What passes as common knowledge to the uninformed about DeLoreans would actually have me at the side of the road, all broken down in my "crappy DeLorean", yet here i am in my 35 year old "junk" heap passing all you blockheads stuck at the side of the road with your corollas, firebirds and grand caravans." It made me feel a bit better, but not because my DeLorean performed so well. I think it made me feel better because for all intents and purposes I beat the odds, and maybe there was a slim chance Gord could do the same.
Courage for Gord.
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Any Canadians on this forum will know what I'm talking about. I know GFrank has some tickets to the Toronto show. If you're not familiar with The Tragically Hip, they are "Canada's Band" and Gord Downie was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer earlier this year. The news was about as painful as hearing a loved one in your very own family was afflicted. Like a lot of Canadians, I have been a die hard Hip fan for about 20 years and they're the sound track of my life.
After being unable to get tickets to the Vancouver and Calgary shows, my friend and I finally secured two tickets to the second Edmonton show. It was a phenomenal show. The band divided the concert into sections, with an album dedicated to each section. Gord had to take a few breaks and was clearly not his old self with the stories, dances and energy. The crowd sang along to almost every song. We watched as the band took a final bow, leaving Gord on the stage for about 10 minutes to say goodbye to the roaring crowd, most of whom (including myself) were either teary eyed or trying hard not to be. At one point, it even seemed to hit Gord, as he put a hand over his mouth.
I took the DeLorean. It was the longest trip I have ever taken in the car. Overall, i spent about 20 hours driving about 2,000 km. As i drove, i couldn't stop thinking about the juxtaposition between the excitement of the show and the sadness in knowing it was probably goodbye. Along the way, I past probably twenty or twenty-five much newer cars pulled over to the side of the road suffering various maladies from blown out tires to overheating. I thought to myself 'Hmmmmm. What passes as common knowledge to the uninformed about DeLoreans would actually have me at the side of the road, all broken down in my "crappy DeLorean", yet here i am in my 35 year old "junk" heap passing all you blockheads stuck at the side of the road with your corollas, firebirds and grand caravans." It made me feel a bit better, but not because my DeLorean performed so well. I think it made me feel better because for all intents and purposes I beat the odds, and maybe there was a slim chance Gord could do the same.
Courage for Gord.
45105