Chad Van Gaalen played at the Harbourfront Centre last night, opening up for the Constantines. I was too busy with BBQ’d corn and killer homemade burgers and Tegan and Sara tour DVDs. Too bad, I bet it would’ve been awesome. I just wasn’t in the mood for the teem. Happy belated Canadar Dar.
So I will enjoy thusly. You will too because it’s scientific and romantic and crackly and vintaj and skinny boy pretty voice.
Chad Van Gaalen – Inside the Molecules
The floral prints under white canvas tarpaulins on a humid, buggy evening. It’s been nice so far, but we’re going to wow them when they hear this one. And it will just be in that subtle punk rock way we want. Just a bit of flair. No dance troupe YouTube pre-staged musical theatrics, how about just a real and connected love song for self-entitled wannabes in their late-20s? We have everything already, what’s one more song? Let us once again self-identify through something small and white. We’re not real but the song is, another reason. What would make it real would be to wait until the morning, and let those beams do their work. And we’d dance on the balls of our feet like spring shoes from the future. A true renaissance, a real baptism. After all, the Sun came before water anyway.
