I saw Leslie Feist tonight. She was alone on stage playing the bones of the songs we have grown to know. New twists on familiar melodies. A woman, who alone is as mighty as her most recent, massive band. Two songs in, she confessed to nerves.
Before her, played her friend, Kevin Drew. Lone wolf. Normally backed by a huge band of friends in Broken Social Scene, sometimes including his pal Feist. He too, nervous and generous with his vulnerability.
A special guest, their friend, our Canadian hero, Gord Downie, joined them, with humour and in the utmostest of mutual respect and admiration. They sing “Flamenco” from The Hip’s 1996 Trouble in the Henhouse. A moment.
Easily three of the most powerful, popular people in Canadian music. Stars. Brave enough to create what is theirs and rock out on stage with a huge band to masses. Brave enough to book a solo tour and return to the songs on their own, with nerves and confidence. Friends, singing each other’s songs. Sharing the stage because they love each other and because it’s just as much a thrill for them as it is for us in our seats, losing our minds as witnesses to what may never be replicated.
I spent the weekend at the East Coast Music Awards, singing on stages with my friends and my heroes. My version of the same thing. No matter the geographic location, the kind of music or the number of years in the business, music is a community I feel extremely lucky to be a part of. It’s an electric thing.
Leslie Feist, Kevin Drew, Gord Downie are pals.
Emmylou Harris, Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin, and Buddy Miller are good buds.
Reassuring and inspiring to see heroes can be nervous and excited while being completely badass.
I love music. Kevin Drew’s new record, Darlings, is great. Get it.