garran | Metric report

I really enjoyed the show, even though they played heavily from their most recent album, which for possibly unreasonable reasons I've never been as fond of as I am of Old World Underground... or what I've heard of the unbuyable first one. Emily Haines is a fascinating person to watch; not in a Nirmala Basnayake sort of way, but in a way really congruent with her voice, sort of spasmodic and intense. Also she is blond, which I somehow never expected.

Highlights and interesting things:

I sat next to a serious young man of maybe thirteen, who waved a glow stick, hopped up and down in his seat, and mimed playing the drums in moments of excitement. This made me feel pretty comfortable engaging in my own idiosyncratic dancelikes.
Islands were pretty good, though I'll have to do some more listening before I decide if their appeal crosses over from their live to their recorded music.
Apparently it's common for people who buy shirts at concerts to put those shirts on immediately over whatever they're wearing (it's not just my sister). Periodically after the show I encountered clumps and eddies of teenaged girls with Metric-themed torsos, spreading into the general society like a stain in water.
I didn't see Marilee, but I did see, in passing, a bunch of people I recognized (though I don't know many of their names). Those whose names I do know: Sylvia*, Tess' friend Yogi, and ex-Windsor House ex-little girl Mackenzie.

(*I think it was Sylvia; I saw her from behind.)
At the end of the encore, Ms. Haines invited a bunch of random audience members up on stage, and hugged them, one by one.

Not so cool:

Standing in line for twenty minutes in the rain. I guess that this concert had more mainstream appeal than any I've been to previously.
The brief but occasional strong smell of marijuana.

As the reader can clearly see, an enjoyment profit was easily achieved.

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