Thank U

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! It’s a beautiful day to celebrate being Canadian, and to acknowledge all of the wonderful things that we have to be thankful for. I had a glorious weekend – took the Wee One to see the ballet “Swan Lake” at the gorgeous Tobin Center here in downtown San Antonio, and followed that with a trip to Houston on Saturday to see one of my very favorite Canadian bands ever…the Tragically Hip. It was AMAZING!!! Let me tell you allllllll about it! πŸ™‚

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The show was at the House of Blues in downtown Houston — a fantastic venue. It was small, and the show was kinda like having them perform in your own living room. The audience was FULL of Canadians – which is where the real magic was. We talked to complete strangers, bonding over where we were from (Calgary, Edmonton, St. John, Ottawa, Montral, and Victoria), and past great Hip shows that we had seen along the way…it was like a big ol’ love in. The audience was pretty much composed of Canadians and the few Americans that love them…it was fantastic! Once the show began, we made our way close to the stage, a drink in each hand, and danced and sang along for just about two magical hours – it was incredible!! They did almost all of their greatest hits (except for ’38 Years Old’ – I’ll post the video below), lead singer Gord Downie delighted with his oddly fascinating dance moves (I could watch that man move for hours on end, no lie), and I felt like I was at home. I knew three people at the show – yet felt like I was surrounded by a sea of friends. There’s something to be said about hanging with like-minded individuals, sharing a common love for something, and having a shared experience – it was a really, really great night. πŸ™‚

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Here’s ’38 Years Old’ for your listening pleasure:

 

Here’s my favorite Hip song:

All right

Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete
Under skies all smoky blue green
I can’t forsake a dixie dead shake
So we danced the sidewalk clean

My memory is muddy, what’s this river that I’m in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don’t want to swim

Colonel Tom, what’s wrong? What’s going on?
You can’t tie yourself up for a deal
He said, Hey, north, you’re south, shut your big mouth
You gotta do what you feel is real

Ain’t got no picture postcards, ain’t got no souvenirs
My baby she don’t know me when I’m thinking bout those years

Pale as a light bulb hanging on a wire
Sucking up to someone just to stoke the fire
Picking out the highlights of the scenery
Saw a little cloud that looked a little like me

I had my hands in the river, my feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the lord above and said, Hey, man, thanks

Sometimes I feel so good I got to scream
She said, Gordie, baby, I know exactly what you mean
She said, she said, I swear to god she said

My memory is muddy, what’s this river that I’m in?
New Orleans is sinking, man, and I don’t want to swim

Swim

 

 

I did the Hip proud on Saturday night…with a beer in each hand, I, too,Β danced the sidewalk clean. What a night! πŸ™‚

xxx

PS: Quick – here’s some things that I am thankful for: the Wee One, my family/friends/loved ones – both new and old – that I love so much, my coworkers and students at my school, the people who make me happy and spend time with me, the roof over my head, all of the wonderful things that I have going on in my life….it’s damn good to be me most days. πŸ™‚

 

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