Category Archives: Concerts

[Review] Hey Rosetta! live in Vancouver

 

Hey Rosetta!
with special guests Gramercy Riffs
The Rio Theatre – Vancouver, BC
March 5th, 2011

Newfoundland’s own Hey Rosetta! returned to Vancouver to play two sold-out shows at the Rio Theatre. Belle (aka my music savvy chemist friend) and I were lucky enough to snag tickets to the second night of the sold-out concerts. I have been a huge and loyal fan of theirs since 2007 and between the two of us, we have seen the indie East Coast band play live five times.

 

Continue reading

Advertisements

So long Summer 2010!

With school underway and work schedules back to normal, Labour Day marks the unofficial end to summer for most people. Although I decided to take courses this summer semester, I still had a pretty social summer nonetheless. Looking back, I wished I had taken the summer off so that I could do more activities and go on vacations (without letting my GPA suffer – eep!).

Summer kept me busy which resulted in the lack of blog updates. I mean, really, what happened to my 365 Day Challenge? That totally went down the stinker. I blame summer! Well, since I’ve missed a couple of weeks out of the 365 days, I think I’m going to end it. I know, I know, such a shame. But before I do so, I will summarize all the things I did this summer in photos.

Enjoy!

ROADTRIPS/BEACH PARTIES/MINI-VACATIONS/RANDOMNESS

17020924

010917

02101529

11collage03

29343608

03192023a

01091714

02031011

19364151

01060902

LIVE MUSIC/CONCERTS

ANDREW ALLEN:

wp01wp02wp03wp0429

BACKSTREET BOYS with Shawn Desman:

wp012wp013wp015wp017a

wp023wp027wp037

wp041wp074wp092wp093

wp114wp128wp139wp147

wp156wp169wp172wp187

MICHAEL BUBLE with Naturally 7:
(see more of my Bublé videos on my YouTube page HERE.)

Bublé and Vancouver Canucks play-by-play guy John Shorthouse sing a duet for Canucks colour commentator, Tom Larscheid — “Thanks for the Memories” [NOTE: TURN VOLUME ON LOW]

VAMPIRE WEEKEND with Dum Dum Girls and Beach House
(Read my full review with more photos on my blog HERE!)

Good-bye Summer 2010. You were fun while it lasted.

later days,


CONCERT REVIEW: Vampire Weekend Live @ Malkin Bowl

 

 

Last weekend, indie pop-rocksters Vampire Weekend played host to two sold out crowds in Vancouver.

I have been a follower of the New York-based band since early 2008 when my good friend Belle (the music savvy chemist) introduced their music to me. She made me listen to their Western-meets-African-pop inspired tune, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa, and I fell in love instantly. During this time, the pastel sweater-vested quad were relatively unknown in the mainstream music world. However, the boys found a nice little niche in the indie world; even declared as the best new band of the year even before their self-titled debut album dropped. Belle told me to wait a year or two, “You’ll see, they’ll be huge.” And, I did.

It’s been a couple of years since VW was here last. They played at the now defunct Richard’s on Richards, which I didn’t attend, but to my knowledge, the show wasn’t that hot. Regardless of their last gig in Vancouver, I was pumped for their return. The second that tickets went on sale back in May, I bought my way in to the original sold-out Saturday show (a second gig was added to the Friday due to popular demand).

Months passed by and summer kept me busy with a few live gigs to attend here and there. But VW was the one show I was looking forward to all summer.

Vampire Weekend kicked off their North American tour after a three week break right here at home Friday night. The crowd that night raved all over Twitter and Facebook about how awesome the show was. This only got me more pumped since my show was only less than a day away.

Saturday finally rolled by. I dressed in my most favourite flannel plaid, skinny jeans, canvas shoes (later switching to flip flops), and wayfarer shades (What a poser am I!). When in Rome, do as the Romans is an understatement in this case. I felt like I was dropped into an Urban Outfitters store and not the Stanley Park venue. It was quite bizarre; as if the entire Vancouver indie-hipster population came out to party that night. The crowd was generally young, but overall quite varied in age, ranging from tot to retired senior. Even the babies and seniors were clad in plaid (Whoa! I’m a poet and I just don’t know it!).

As soon as the gates opened at 5:30pm, all the teenie-boppers (ugh!) ran for the stage armoured in digital cameras and iPhones to capture every moment. My friends and I stayed behind the wild tweens and stood our ground maybe 4th or 5th row from the front. Since Malkin Bowl is an outdoor concert pit, most of the population were splayed out on the grass distanced from the stage.

Two bands, Dum Dum Girls and Beach House, opened for VW. I never even heard of Dum Dum Girls prior to the show so I was not expecting much. I only assumed it would be an all-girls band.

 

 

Dressed in all black, the girls quietly walked onto the stage and started playing music without even saying a word about who they are or what they were doing (for a second, I thought they were part of the set-up crew, incidentally also dressed in all black). The crowd was unenthusiastic and the lead guitarist commended us for being very polite to them. There were sparse applause around Malkin Bowl, but that’s about it. Their music was too melancholy for my liking. There are plenty of people who might like their stuff, but I am not one of them.

 

 

Next up was Beach House. I’ve heard only but great things from this indie band, but I was not familiar at all with their music. The night before, I listened to some of their songs on Youtube to prep myself for Saturday. I have to be honest, I was not digging it at all. Some people label Beach House’s music as Lo-Fi or Dream Pop. I can understand why; I fell asleep while perusing through their Youtube videos. The band had set up three white pyramids on the stage. I knew right away it was going to be an unusual show. I joked to my friend before they walked onto the stage, “Shall we grab a blanket and lay on the grass? I may fall asleep during their set.” Now before you slap me on the wrist, it gets better. In fact, Beach House may have garnered themselves a new fan: me.

Beach House’s performance live is nothing like their songs on Youtube or MySpace. Although most of their songs are mellow and down-tempo, they’re a lot more livelier than anticipated! Lead singer, Victoria, interacted with the crowd and we didn’t mind it at all. We were more appreciative to this band than the Dum Dum Girls. They even dedicated one of their songs to Celine Dion – just for the heck of it! By the end of their set, Beach House got the crowd head-banging and onto their feet. We were ready to party.

 

 

Introduced with rap beats blaring into the venue, Vampire Weekend humorously bounced onto the stage. By this time, I made my way to the front of the crowd. Looking behind me, the crowd grew ten-fold. No longer could I see people laying on the grass. There were just rows and rows of people standing behind me. Even outside the venue, people were lined around Stanley Park just to get a glimpse of the band.

 

 

Lead singer Ezra Koenig knew how to work the crowd, as if any work was needed in the first place. I may have even heard a few females swooning after every conversation he had with us (I’m not going to name names, but you know who you are). Cutie-patootie (dare I say it), Rostam Batmanglij, the talented multi-instrumentalist and sometimes vocalist, alternated from keyboards to guitar throughout the show. Drummer, Chris Tomson, was ripping it up in the back. The most enthusiastic out of all four, I could watch him play drums all day. Bassist, Chris Baio, was having his own little dance party hopping from his side of the stage to the other. I just wanted to go up there and dance with him.

 

 

Malkin Bowl was transformed into a dance-party hall. Nearly everyone knew every word, verse and chorus, to every song and it only took a couple of chords for the crowd to recognize which song they were going to hear and dance to.

The gents went back and forth playing songs from both their self-titled album and their sophomore album, Contra. Although A-Punk, Cousins, and Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa were crowd pleasers, each song performed that night rendered equal reactions from their dedicated fans.

 

 

For the entire week before the show, two songs were stuck in my head: Horchata and One (Blake’s Got a New Face). Both appropriately by Vampire Weekend. I was over-my-head excited, clenching tufts of hair on my head in my fists when they performed both songs. The spell-bounded crowd belted out the anthem “Blake’s Got a New Face” with force. I, too, joined in the silliness. The boys played two songs in their encore, ending with their apropos good-bye song, Walcott.

 

 

 

Their 75 minute show went by way too fast. You know what they say, time flies by when you’re having fun. Indeed, fun is what we had. At the end of the show, all the indie-hipsters spilled into Stanley Park and the streets of Vancouver with satisfied smiles on their faces. It was an unforgettable night, which bookended my Summer 2010 perfectly.

 

By the way, my friend ApuTheFish, filmed some of the Vampire Weekend songs that night. You can hear me bust out in “Horchata”; it’s quite embarrassing. Click the link to her Youtube page HERE to check it out. I know you wanna. (P.S. Don’t blame me if you get dizzy. It’s hard to film when you’re dancing about.)

 

later days,


Day Sixty-Seven: BSB preview


Day 67, originally uploaded by canucklehead07.


On Friday, I had the extreme pleasure of attending the Backstreet Boys’ concert in Vancouver.

It was the best concert I’ve ever been to in my life. Nostalgia at its finest.

The above photo is just a little taste of what’s to come. I’ll blog about my BSB adventure hopefully soon. Keep it locked.



later days,


Bobby Long – The Hoochie Coochie Man

 

48

 

My first concert of Summer 2010 was none other than Bobby Long at the Backstage Lounge in Granville Island. It was my second time seeing Bobby and his second time appearing at the Vancouver venue. This year, ApuTheFish joined TayloredMyPants and I since she couldn’t make it last year. I also saw the usual peeps at the show: Lauren, RobbedMyHeart, MaliciousMandy, LadyDispatcher, and co.

Two bands were supposed to open for Bobby: He is We and Trouble Over Tokyo. Neither appeared and I never found out why. Instead, a singer/songwriter named Jess Cullen opened the show. Apparently, she also happened to be the Backstage Lounge’s cashier. Everyone was pretty chill while she performed. Most had dinner and drinks while we watched her. But as soon as Jess cleared the stage, the ambiance changed; everyone was eager for Bobby to come on.

 

 09181927

 

Once again, just like last year, I was the first one to hit the floor by the stage. Bobby had a good turnout. But it definitely was not a huge turnout like last year’s show, and we all know why (Can’t remember? Refresh your memory Here).

 

 10172034

 

Bobby started off with It’s Hard to Take and had around 20 songs lined up in his set list concluding with A Game We’re Playing (Videos of most of the songs are below). Most everyone on the dance floor was tuned in to Bobby and singing along. You could tell these fans were his dedicated ones. There was an exception of course – some random (drunken) accordion-playing old man in the crowd kept interrupting Bobby every time he interacted with us. Who let this guy in? I also found it funny how most of the audience sat down on the floor! I can definitely say this was the first concert I’ve ever been to where everyone was sitting on the ground. I wonder what Bobby thought of that.

 

 30334352

 

This time around, Bobby stepped up his game. Last year, Bobby’s shyness and nervousness was obvious. It was different this time. He cut his hair, looked into the crowd more often, told hilarious stories in between each song (see: the Priceline Negotiator commercial, the Backstreet Boys, and the Toy Story with his nephew stories below). His interacting with the audience came with ease and it was nice to see him behave more comfortably.

 

 47495661

 

Unfortunately, after the show, Bobby Long didn’t stay behind for a meet-and-greet with his fans like last year. He had to leave right away for a show down in the States. ApuTheFish was pretty upset. She missed him in Vancouver last year, so a few weeks later she went to see his gig in L.A. Regrettably, he didn’t do a meet-and-greet there either. So that’s twice ApuTheFish missed him. To make up for it last year, I asked Bobby to do a quick video message for her and he obliged. This year, when Bobby left the stage, I quickly went up to the stage and stole his set list. At least she can have something of his.

 

 6467

 

Without hesitation, I can easily say this show was Bobby’s better of the two. I hope he returns to Vancouver soon – If you haven’t already, maybe next time you can experience the awesomeness that is Bobby Long.

 

VIDEOS Below:

(Kudos to ApuTheFish, Lauren, and RobbedMyHeart for the videos.)

 

It’s Hard to Take
(filmed by Lauren)

 

Sad Woman Blues
(filmed by RobbedMyHeart)

 

In My Time of Dying & The Bounty of Mary Jane
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

In the Frost
(filmed by Lauren)

 

Left to Lie
(filmed by ApuTheFish)

 

Sick Man Blues
(filmed by RobbedMyHeart)

 

That Little Place I Knew and the Priceline Negotiator story
(filmed by Lauren)

 

I Give Her Love and the Backstreet Boys story
(filmed by Lauren)

 

A Hundred Years From Today
(filmed by Lauren)

 

Who Have You Been Loving
(filmed by RobbedMyHeart)

 

My Darling Belle
(filmed by ApuTheFish)

 

Two Tone Lover
(filmed by Lauren)

 

Ending of Penance Fire Blues & Hoochie Coochie Man
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

Two Years Old and Toy Story 3/nephew story
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

The Borough Mill
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

Dead and Done
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

A Game We’re Playing and the Jay-Z story
(filmed by canucklehead07)

 

 

later days,


Justin Nozuka: Live @ HMV

c

Yesterday, Justin Nozuka came to the HMV in downtown Vancouver to promote his newest album “You I Wind Land And Sea”. He played a 6-song acoustic set (see videos below) with band member Mark Pellizzer.

Word spread quickly over on Twitter and Facebook that Justin Continue reading


MUSIC MONDAYS – 10/05/09

Say Hey – Michael Franti (live @ Bumbershoot 2009)


CONCERT REVIEW: Jason Mraz gets Lucky in Vancouver

***Before I begin, let me start by apologizing to anyone who heard my dreaded tone-deaf singing throughout the entire concert. But I can’t help not singing along & making a fool out of myself… it’s the magic of Mraz. That is all. ***


Wednesday night, Jason Mraz’s Gratitude Café Tour made a stop at GM Place in Vancouver. I’ve been counting down the days until he would return. His last concert here was on November 8th, 2008 (yes, of course I remembered the date! Who do you think I am?).

Of course, being the hardcore fan that I am, I got my tickets months in advance — even leaving my morning lecture early to find a computer in time for his fan club pre-sale. (The reason for my almost-obsessive hardcore fan nature is a long, but heartfelt story. Let’s just say it’s not all about his sex-appeal, his songs get me through a lot. No time to explain now. But if you ever meet me someday, ask me.)

I was shocked to learn that Mraz was going to perform at GM Place – home of the NHL’s Vancouver Canucks and venue for large concerts and performances. Last year, Mraz performed at the Centre for Performing Arts – a much more appropriately smaller venue. That’s not to say Mraz isn’t a huge enough rock star to be playing in a large arena (because he is), but intimate performances is what most people love about him. I don’t know, maybe I’m biased in that my last four of five concerts prior to the Mraz show was at a small venue/club. Personally, I believe having the intimate vibe gives you the option of connecting with your fans on a more personal level. Even if there were 500 bodies in the room, it still feels like you’re interacting with them one-on-one. It usually works.

(Later, I learned that Mraz was one of the performers/speakers at Free the Children’s We Day (check out that link if you haven’t already done so) the day before the concert. So I guess there wasn’t really much Mraz could do since it would be difficult to re-assemble his stage.)

Willingly, I convinced my friends TayloredMyPants and ApuTheFish to join me. It didn’t take much convincing though. I dragged TayloredMyPants to his last show here in November even though she has never heard of him until the day of. Ever since then she’s become a bonafide Mraz fan. ApuTheFish has been listening to his music for years, but never realized it was Mraz who she was listening to until she had an epiphany one day.

After nearly eleven months of waiting for him to return and a summer filled with other concerts and gigs to occupy my mind, I was more than ready for the day to arrive.

For weeks, I strategized with my friends our plan of execution for Wednesday night – arrival time and outfit of choice (though, they didn’t really care about the latter). I had to be prepared!

While perusing through various Jason Mraz message boards, I learned that several Mraz fans were going to arrive at GM Place hours in advance of the 7:00pm show-time. Some even said they were going to arrive at 4pm. How will Mraz’s sweat accidentally land on my face if I wasn’t going to be the first one there? I, too, had to come early.

I settled on what I was wearing too: A pink Paul Frank t-shirt with an Einstein monkey on the chest – aka my Geek in the Pink shirt. I had to do it, just in case he sees my shirt while performing the song and invites me on stage. Hey man, I’ve seen shirts do wonders before!

September 30th finally rolled around the corner. I began the day with a huge smile on my face. So what if I had to wake-up at 5:30am for school and endure hours upon hours of lectures? “Today is Jason Mraz Day,” I proclaimed to the heavens.

Since my learning of the early-bird concertgoers, I somehow persuaded ApuTheFish to skip our last lecture. After classes, we went our separate ways to home first, then reunite again at GM Place at 3:30pm. Yes, I said 3:30.

After having a quickie lunch at home, I made it to GM Place at around 3:20 at Gate 7 (the entrance where general admission/floor guests were supposed to line-up). When I first got to Gate 7, there was absolutely not a single soul present. Surprise, surprise. I walked a few feet towards the entrance and I observed that a girl was already here before me. To pass her time, she was reading a magazine on the ledge of a set of stairs. I was getting bored; luckily, minutes later, ApuTheFish arrived and came to my rescue.

The girl then realized we were Mraz-early-birds, too. She joined us, then a couple of other girls 15 minutes later came by too. The five of us were all alone – still, more than two-hours away until doors would open.

The four of us sat in a line along all six doors at Gate 7 and made a truce not to let any other suckers get past us. If we wanted to be in front of the standing pit in full view of Mraz, we would have to block the doors from others.

In the couple of hours still left of waiting, the five of us discussed everything Mraz-ness. We even joked that it would be cool if Jason came out of his trailer or rehearsal to perform for the five of us. After all, if we were dedicated to standing outside in the freezing cold, I think we deserve a song or two… or even a brief ‘hello’ would have been nice. He’s been known to do that once in a while.

At around 5:15, more people were starting to arrive and take over our makeshift human blockade. Finally, TayloredMyPants arrived too. Excellent… another body for our blockade. She then got up to strech her legs and so did I at around a quarter-to-six. Upon seeing us, everyone got up too. They probably thought it was time to enter GM Place. Um no, kids, we’re just stretching our legs. Who knew we had so much influence on random strangers?

It was already 6pm and we have not been allowed in yet. What’s wrong with the security? How will I ever stand front and center in front of Mraz now?

The security finally realized it was past 6pm and signalled to let us in. After getting my wristband, I ran down the stairs into the open arena. No time to stop by the merch table — I need to be front. As I gazed down the arena floor, there must have been hundred people standing by the stage already. I knew it! I knew that that security dude flubbed his job. We were late.

I ran as fast as I could and made my way to the back of the pack. I somehow squeezed past the last few standing rows and made it to the third row to the right of the mic (or on the left side from Mraz’s perspective). I couldn’t really see the stage very well since everyone in front of me was taller than I was (actually, generally, everyone is pretty much taller than I am). My only line of sight was a one inch crack between the heads of two people. Two people with very big heads that kept swaying back-and-forth. sigh.

The thing that bothers me about these large arenas is that anyone can get tickets at anytime. Usually, from my experience at the smaller venues, the real and true fans get the tickets first leaving barely any tickets left for the fan that just knows the artist for one of their hit songs. In Mraz’s case, that song that everyone knows is I’m Yours made popular in summer 2008. I, on the other hand, learned about I’m Yours about three years prior, even before it was even titled I’m Yours. And I’m pretty sure three-quarters of the audience at GM Place was there solely for I’m Yours. I’m thrilled that Mraz has gained hundreds of thousands of new fans, but if you’re going to someone’s show, at least know something about the artist or a few more of their other songs. The reason why I am rambling on about this topic is because someone didn’t even know who Bushwalla was, thought Mraz was from Hawai’i (and at that point, I gave them the WTF-face) – ok, just because he did a video in a tropical setting does not mean he’s from Hawai’i. ugh. And there were several people, especially in the front rows blocking my way that didn’t know a single word to any song other than to I’m Yours. In all of these scenarios, I throw my head down in shame – you know who you are. Anyway, I digress…

Around 7pm, the MC of the night Bushwalla (Jason Mraz’s bff) took the stage. Trying to get the crowd hyped up, Bushwalla interacted with us, told some stories, jumped into the crowd to chat with a girl in the audience, and performed some songs, including I’m a Ghetto Blaster. We also sang him Happy Birthday as it was his birthday – he turned 23… again (for the 11th time?).


010pb011pb


Finally, Bushwalla introduced us to K’naan. Not your typical hip-hop or reggae artist, K’naan captures your attention with his beautiful songs and prose.

He got the audience involved with his story-telling and we even joined him in a capella. His awe-inspiring Somalia performance even got a lot of us in tears – ApuTheFish included.


019pb020pb


After a few more hits including Bang Bang (made popular with Maroon 5) and Waving Flag, Jason Mraz finally graced the stage.

At this point, I could barely breathe. Not because I was being suffocated by very tall people or because the girl next to me was smoking weed (which, incidentally, because of her, I now learned I am allergic to the bud). No, but because this time, I was only 20-feet away from the man. If I really wanted to, I could have jumped over the barricade, hopped onto the stage, and hung onto his leg for dear life. I thought to myself: “Must have self-control…… breathe, dude, breathe.”

Mraz was barefoot, wore tattered blue jeans, a white long-sleeved henley-like top, and a maroon/brownish headband with tufts of his dreads peeking out. My friend said he was wearing the exact same thing as the day before. I don’t care. He could be sporting a garbage bag and still make it look sexy.


027pb


Toca Rivera with a golden gnome in hand was on our side of the stage. He sported a pair of shades as per usual.

Mraz’s intro song was a Traveler/Make It Mine medley. He performed it superbly end to end. I was worried that Mraz wasn’t going to be as entertaining as usual because he was under-the-weather for awhile. You can hear his hoarse voice the day before during the We Day performance. He proved us wrong though. For those not knowing of his condition before, they probably couldn’t tell anything was wrong. What a trooper.

He performed a total of 17 songs: 11 on the main stage, 3 on the small sound stage, and 3 back on the main stage for the encore. His song set-list is below.

  • Traveler/Make It Mine medley
  • Anything You Want
  • Coyotes
  • You & I Both
  • The Remedy (I Won’t Worry) – Reggeady version
  • Details in the Fabric
  • Only Human
  • Dynamo of Volition
  • Beautiful Mess
  • I’m Yours/Three Little Birds medley
  • Fall Through the Glass (w/ Bushwalla)
  • Never Too Late (The Only Life You Can Save)
  • Lucky (w/ manager Alysse Fischer)
  • Dear Anna (w/ Toca Rivera)
  • Copchase
  • All Night Long (cover)
  • Butterfly



Mraz got everyone dancing and singing. The entire arena was full (not including the upper bowl/300-level, as those seats were not for sale), all 10,000+ of us were having a blast. A whole lot of us screamed for his attention and in my case, screaming out my love for him. (Every time he would raise his arms up, his shirt would lift up and you could see his happy-trail. *ahem* But that’s enough fangirl-isms from me for now.)


028pb053pb


During Coyotes, Mraz beautifully sang an opera interlude. Here, he showcased his powerful range of voice.

I noticed another moment that got me choked up. I am not sure if anyone else noticed it either, but during The Remedy, Mraz showed a vulnerable side to him. Pay attention the last few seconds of the video to The Remedy below. It’s a very poignant moment in which I will never forget.


069pb071pb


Of course, during I’m Yours, everyone was singing along and dancing like mad. After all, it IS his record-breaking little hippie song.

After performing Fall Through the Glass with Bushwalla, Mraz took a bow and left the stage. Looking at my watch I thought it was too early for the show to end.


084pb


Minutes later I hear roaring screams. Then Mraz’s voice came over the speakers, “What’s everyone screaming about? It’s like the Vancouver Canucks just scored a goal or something?”

I squealed, “Oh my god, he said ‘Vancouver Canucks’!” That just made me love him even more now.

Everyone then realized where his voice was coming from. Mraz was at the mini-soundstage at the opposite end of the arena. Nearly everyone on the floor ran towards the soundstage. ApuTheFish and I stood our ground by the main stage. Thankfully, those around us left for the soundstage leaving me to be finally up close by the barricade.

I wasn’t the only one to be concerned how he was able to make such a large arena feel intimate. Mraz thought of it too. He probably played three of the most personal songs on the soundstage, including a soulful duet with Toca, Dear Anna.

Upon Mraz’s return to the main stage for his encore performance, his three-piece brass band (The Grooveline Horns) performed Copchase. These guys are extraordinary.


096pb


His last performance of the night was the ever-so-sexy-I-wanna-tear-off-your-pants song, Butterfly. There was a single moment during the song when he looked at me and winked. And in that small finite moment (which seemed like an eternity to me), it was already decided that he was going to be my future babies’ daddy. For real.


109pb


Mraz took a final bow on stage with the rest of his band mates. It was official, the night has finally come to an end.

As the crowds dispersed, some of us yelled at the crew dismantling the set-up. I fought with a grown man and another girl for Jason’s song set-list. The man, I think, was a friend of one of the stage crews as they knew each other by name. So, of course, he got the set-list. Bum.

It was a bittersweet ending for me. Sweet in that I finally got to see him again after 11 months of waiting; bitter because I didn’t want it to end.

All-in-all, I thought the concert was pretty epic. My heart was pounding throughout the whole night. However, compared to the concert back in November, I thought that was a better one than Wednesday’s. I’m not sure why, but I remember there being more interaction with the audience in November. Perhaps it was because it was at a smaller venue, and Mraz had the luxury of wasting time and not sticking to a tight schedule. But that’s just me.

I am now counting the days until Jason returns to Vancouver. This time, I must be front and center. Countdown starts now… Oh, Jason – where are you???


BE LOVE!


///WATCH THE VIDEOS BELOW!

(filming credit to ApuTheFish, TayloredMyPants, & canucklehead07)


**Apologies for the giant heads in the way. These girls in front of us were being really annoying.**

Fatima – K’naan (live @ GM Place)

(filmed by TayloredMyPants)



Waving Flag – K’naan (live @ GM Place)

(sorry for the poor sound quality in this video)


Traveler/Make It Mine medley – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


Coyotes – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


You & I Both – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


The Remedy (I Won’t Worry) – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


Details in the Fabric – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


Only Human – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


Dynamo of Volition – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


Beautiful Mess – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)


I’m Yours – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)

(version filmed by ApuTheFish)


I’m Yours/Three Little Birds medley – Jason Mraz (live @ GM Place)

(version filmed by canucklehead07)


Music Mondays – 9/28/09

My lover boy *snickers* Jason Mraz will be playing a show in Vancouver at GM Place this Wednesday. This music Monday is dedicated to him. If he plays this cover song on Wednesday, everyone attending will have to dial 9-1-1 on their cell phones because I might just die.

Enjoy.


Buttercup (cover) – Jason Mraz


CONCERT REVIEW: Sam Bradley & the Men

It has been over four months since TayloredMyPants and I experienced our first taste of Sam Bradley. OK, not literally — well, for one of us not literally… maybe. 😉

Anyway, if you didn’t already know, Sam Bradley and Twilight’s Robert Pattinson are pretty much bff’s. It’s the reason how we discovered Sam’s music in the first place. We listened to the songs listed on his MySpace page and instantly fell in love. Without a doubt we had to see him live. Luckily, in May, he was going to play at the old Richard’s on Richards venue. It was probably one of the best live shows that I have ever seen at a small, intimate gathering (and by small I mean at a club and not at an arena). You could tell that he was nervous though and still kind of new at playing for masses of people (that night around 500 attendees). Just a couple of months previously, he remembers, only 15 folks came to see him play. You can watch him get overwhelmed in this video I taped of that night back in May HERE. It’s too cute.

Properly, word got out of his incredible musical talents. He was touring the world, dropped a self-titled EP this August, and his popularity grew.

Meanwhile, Vancouver was craving more Sam Bradley. We wanted him back.

And he answered.

Sam Bradley came back home to Vancouver and played an early show with the Men at Venue.

This time, TayloredMyPants and I brought a whole flock with us. Most everyone we knew whom we shared Sam’s music with quickly fell in love too and couldn’t wait to see a live show of his either.

But first, I wanted to do some research on the opening act to decide what I was in for. After asking around I was led his MySpace page. The guy opening was Mani Khaira and I have never heard of him before. I gave his tunes a listen and was instantly hooked. You might want to check out his MySpace page too — you will like.

Soon, Friday rolled around the corner and it was the night to bask in Sam Bradley’s glory. ApuTheFish (formally “Apu”) and I rushed home after our last lecture, got ready, and ventured towards downtown early. Doors are supposed to open at 7pm and the show was to start at 7:45. But after our experience at the 100 Monkeys show a couple of weeks ago, we did not want to experience being one of the last people in line again. People are crazy. So, we got to Venue at around 5:40pm. I guess you can label us the “crazy” ones this time, eh? There were already two groups of people in line ahead of us. The first group were some members from Sam’s fan club, The Land of Dreamers. I remembered them from the May gig. I could recognize them anywhere! Minutes after us, TayloredMyPants and her friends arrived in line with us. Before we knew it the line had stretched half a block. It was only 6:10. This night was going to be good.

We parked ourselves smack in the middle at the foot of the stage and at 7:45 on the dot, as promised (that’s a first), the show began. It was Mani! I was excited to see him knowing that only a handful of us there actually knew some of his songs. And I was right. Throughout his entire performance everyone around me was chatting it up with their friends not even paying full attention. Only then did I realize that TayloredMyPants and I were the only two people in our area singing along. I didn’t even understand why! Someone in the media (can’t remember who or where – but I give props to you) was quoted as saying Mani is “a modern day Mozart.” And I couldn’t agree more. The songs he performed displayed the fusion between his powerful voice, uplifting beats, and elaborate piano skills. It’s just a shame not too many paid that much attention. He’ll be big someday — you’ll see.

(click photos to enlarge in new window)

After Mani’s set was over, sometime during the intermission, I noticed that the personal space between mine and my neighbour’s was getting more closer. This only means that Sam was about to take stage.

Sam’s bandmates took stage first, everyone started screaming, then Sam followed. I looked over at TayloredMyPants, and she looked at me. Our “giddy” faces were on. Next thing I knew, from out of no where (but probably from way at the back of the pack), a blonde way-too-drunk-to-be-in-public chick budged her way in between me and TayloredMyPants. You are in my perfect spot, missy! She started dancing like crazy. Actually, let me rephrase that… she was shaking her tittays. Repeatedly, about every 10 seconds, she would turn around, face the crowd behind her and scream out “WHY ISN’T ANYONE DANCING!?” Not that people shouldn’t be crazy-dancing at a club, but Sam was performing a slow song. Yeah. (You can watch her fix her hair repeatedly in the song It Begins in the video below.)

(click photo to enlarge in new window)

When Sam Bradley & the Men performed their first song of the night, A Song Could, the crazy-drunk-chick kept dancing like crazy, turned to me and started talking with me. She said, “I’ve never heard of this song in my entire life… anywhere! Not in this world!” OK. Clearly you’re from another world. I responded, “Me neither,” just to make her feel she’s not alone. Crazy-drunk-chick continues, “I’ve never heard of him either. WHO IS HE? WHO’S SAM BRADLEY ANYWAY?!” I gave her the WTF face.

The girls to the right of me started giving me the WTF faces too. Oh no, they probably think I’m associated with her just because she talked to me. I look at them and laugh at how I’m embarrassed to be standing next to this random chick. One of the girls asked me if I was friends with her. Without hesitation I said, “NOOOO! I have no idea who the hell she is. I don’t know her.” With nods of approval all around, another girl pointed to crazy-drunk-chick and says to me, “What the f—k!” I know man, I know. Later, these girls kept screaming “Get a life!” to crazy-drunk-chick.

Throughout the first 10 minutes of Sam’s performance, crazy-drunk-chick was ruining what was supposed to be a magical night. Her insane and inappropriate dancing made her knock down and spill other people’s beer bottles and cocktail glasses — mostly on me. I started smelling like a giant cocktail. Her response: “Not my fault! They’re not even mine!” Thanks crazy-drunk-chick. Thanks. I had enough. Along the way, I traded places with people and ended up next to my real friends again. If I’m going to have a magical night with Sam Bradley, it was going to be without crazy-drunk-chick.

(click photo to enlarge in new window)

Sam introduced us to his bandmates — The Men. First guitarist, Dave Meszaros, who according to Sam has “a big penis“. Drummer, Mark Kerrey is “newly single and also has a big penis.” Finally, Sam introduces to us bassist Jeff Riedlinger who “is so good looking that he doesn’t need a big penis.” HAHA. Judge for yourselves ladies.

Sam Bradley & the Men played a 16 song set list varying from slow rock to upbeat funk. The song list is below:

  • A Song Could
  • Watching Over You
  • It Begins
  • Wide Open
  • Whiskey
  • Scared
  • That’s How Strong My Love Is
  • Sea Blue
  • Passport
  • Go Back
  • Sugar Mama
  • Too Far Gone
  • Is Love Enough
  • Derek
  • Our Love
  • Even Thought of Leaving

All of my favourite songs were played including Scared, Whiskey, Passport, and Sea Blue. Naturally, Sam performed Too Far Gone, the song that he and buddy RPattz co-wrote together. Of course, most everyone sang along. It was pretty breathtaking.

Before the show, TayloredMyPants, ApuTheFish, and I planned to scream to the top of our lungs when Sam sang the lyric “And I’ve conquered the land of dreams” during Derek. We did it. And we were so successful that Sam looked and smiled at us upon our screaming. Yeah, we had a moment. (See that moment in the Derek video below from 1:09-1:11.)

(click photo to enlarge in new window)

Introducing Our Love, Sam informed us that there was something that he wanted to do ever since he was 18-years-old. He wanted to be one of those rockstars where he’d get to reach out and touch hands with his fans in the crowd. I thought that was too adorable. Immediately, everyone raised their arms up towards the stage. He laughed, “Not yet!” Finally, he serenaded us and people reached their arms out including me and TayloredMyPants, but he never got to us. It was the saddest thing ever! We tried again when he went to the other side of his mic stand. He touched TayloredMyPants’ hand and then mine. I swear, I’m not trying to be a fan-girl, but it totally felt like an eternity. It’s no wonder this was a dream of his since he was 18.

After his last song, he said the night was over and then winked. Of course not. Minutes later, Sam Bradley & the Men returned for their encore. They covered Sam & Dave’s Hold On I’m Coming. Here, Sam showcased his dance moves. It was the most epic thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life (view for yourselves in the video below). He danced along to Hold On I’m Coming in May and I was sorry that I didn’t capture footage of it. I’m glad I did it this time because if you watch carefully at 2:22, he screams “Hold On” into my camera. (This is another reason why I like shows at intimate venues). His last encore song was another one of my favourites, Soho Whores, a fast-paced tongue-twister of a song.

(click photo to enlarge in new window)

The show ended and my friends and I were on a Sam Bradley high. When the crowds left, TayloredMyPants reached her hand out by the mic stand and stole Sam’s song list that was on the stage. Yes, you heard me. It was probably the greatest idea of the night. We then found a lounge area in the corner to rest our heads and feet. We had to replenish our energy if we were going to stand in the Sam Bradley meet-and-greet line-up. @RobbedMyHeart and I saw each other again and we chilled until it was time to meet with Sam.

We noticed that the line wasn’t getting shorter, so we lined up before it was too late. In the line I finally got to meet @MaliciousMandy1. Finally, after many failed attempts! It was so good meeting new and familiar faces that night.

It was then our turn to meet Sam. TayloredMyPants was up first and she told him that she stole his song list. He laughed, autographed it, and said, “I’m glad somebody did!”

When it was my turn I asked for a hug and we posed for pictures. We chatted for a little bit. I told him how I came to see him in May and thought that I’d come back again. He asked me how I thought he was doing. If he improved, better, worse, or what. Not gonna lie, of course he was a lot better. He’s now a seasoned pro compared to his last gig here.

ApuTheFish went up after me and she told him that she came all the way from Malaysia. He believed her and suddenly gave her a huge bear hug. Half truth, half lie. Yes, she did come all the way from Malaysia, but she’s been living in vancity for years. Nice one. Nonetheless, I am still jealous.

We hung out for awhile near Sam and the bar before leaving when Mani Khaira recognized ApuTheFish. Because of Facebook, he thought she was me, and I was her. TayloredMyPants, ApuTheFish, and I chatted with him and took a photo.

By the end, my voice was already gone. It was a pretty epic night for sure when you could only communicate by whispering.

///WATCH THE VIDEOS BELOW.

(filming credit to canucklehead07, ApuTheFish, & TayloredMyPants)

***PLEASE NOTE: SOME VIDEOS BEST LISTENED ON LOW VOLUME***

Ocean – Mani Khaira

It Begins – Sam Bradley & the Men

Whiskey – Sam Bradley & the Men

Sea Blue – Sam Bradley & the Men

Derek – Sam Bradley & the Men

Too Far Gone (Never Think) – Sam Bradley & the Men

Our Love – Sam Bradley & the Men

Even Thought of Leaving – Sam Bradley & the Men

Encore: Hold On I’m Coming (cover) and Soho Whores – Sam Bradley & the Men