(I got the idea for this series while sifting through the ‘piles’ of digital photos on my laptop. It occurred to me to share some of these great pics from some of my favourite concert sets from time to time. Until I get around to the next one, I invite you to peruse my ever-growing list of concerts page.)
Flogging Molly @ Osheaga 2013
Artist: Flogging Molly When: August 3rd, 2013 Where: River stage, Osheaga, Jean Drapeau Park, Montreal Context: Ten years ago this summer, I attended Montreal’s Osheaga arts and music festival with my good friends Tim and Mark. It was an unforgettable weekend and we saw countless amazing performances over the festival’s three days. I’ve already posted photos* from some of the weekend’s sets and plan to share a few more of these in the months leading up to this year’s edition, which I will sadly not be attending. Some of these posts will have fewer photos than my normal galleries, but this should not be taken to be indicative of the quality of the performances, but of the difficulty of obtaining quality pics while being so completely in the moment.
Flogging Molly was on the River stage mid-afternoon on the second day of the festival and the three of us were unanimous in not wanting to miss it. Like the Dropkick Murphys, when I saw them two years beforehand, I knew this band’s set would be worth seeing, despite not being all that familiar with their material. Frontman Dave King set the tone early in the set with a raucous, “Alright you bastards!”, and then taking a big swig off his Irish breakfast (aka Guinness). Mining the Celtic punk sound made famous by The Pogues, they got the crowd all riled up and ready to party. After their set, Tim remarked that should have waited to have breakfast with them (referring to the singer’s can of Guinness) and Mark’s response was that he would “love a f@*king drink with Flogging Molly”. Good times indeed. Point of reference song: “Don’t shut ’em down”
Dave King and Bridget Regan of Flogging MollyGeorge Schwindt and Bob Schmidt of Flogging MollyNathen Maxwell and Matt Hensley of Flogging MollyView from a crowd in blissDave King taking a break from drinking a guinness to play some tunes
*Past galleries from this festival weekend have included the following:
I started this series counting down my ten favourite albums of 2000 almost two years ago. Usually, when I start them, I bulldoze through the posts and get the series wrapped up in less than two months. And while I started this one as I normally would in the summer of 2021, my sense of urgency with the series tailed off to almost nothing and the drafts sat idle for many months in between, while I picked at them and glanced at them, while concentrating on other pieces. I decided this month, though, April 2023, it was way past time to wrap this one up.
Interestingly, when I started this series, Doves were very much a going concern. They had reunited after after a nine year absence in 2019, performed a string of successful shows, reissued their first three albums on vinyl (including this one), and released a brand new album called “The universal want” in 2020, which topped my list of albums for that year. Then, in October 2021, a few weeks after I posted the number four album in this series, Doves cancelled all the remaining dates in the tour that they were on, citing health concerns for their frontman, Jimi Goodwin. And while they haven’t officially disbanded, there has been little news since of any new activity.
For any of you not in the know, Doves are a Manchester, England-based trio that originally formed as a group called Sub Sub back in 1991. They had released a few house and dance type singles and were gearing up for something bigger when their studio burnt down in 1996. They re-emerged as Doves a couple of years later, with a new sound as well as a new name.
I didn’t hear their debut, “Lost souls”, when it was originally released. I only got into them a few years later with their sophomore release, “The last broadcast”, a story I’ve recounted before on these pages. My love for that album had me going back to discover the debut and fall for it just as hard. For me, it’s hard to pick a favourite from those first two records but I’d agree with the pundits that claim it as being possibly the best debut album since, “Definitely maybe”. “Lost souls” also did just as well commercially, hitting the UK album charts, three of its singles charted, and it was shortlisted for the Mercury Prize, losing out to Badly Drawn Boy’s “The hour of the bewilderbeast”, an album on which Dove’s members also performed.
“Lost souls” is one of those albums that just screams out for a good pair of ear phones, a bit of dim lighting, perhaps candles scattered about the room, and some good wine to sip on. Though it could also just as easily be good company on a night drive on the highway, layers of beautiful sounds flying past alongside the blur of red taillights off in the distance. Doves’ music exist in its own plane, an environment of the band’s own making, each song a riddle to unwrap and savour. Two of the three picks I’ve selected for you below appeared in My Best Tunes of 2000 list when I counted that down in this blog’s early days and the other was one that I had to haggle my way to selecting from wealth of awesomeness on offer.
This is a great great album. But don’t take my word for it, listen to it yourself and thank me later.
“Melody calls”: “A melody calls. A setting sun, a melody calls. Time to lose myself again.” A haunting guitar line fades in across the land, drifting in upon the breeze from a circus being packed up from the other side of the plains. It is the sound of memory and sadness and is instantly recognizable as such. The trio then jump in together to create an ear worm that anyone would want to sing along with. There’s a lot of bah-bah-bahs, hand claps, foot stomps, glockenspiels, and of course, that instrument of forelorn wants and needs, the harmonica. It is three and half minutes of momentary light and joy in the middle of a dark and obscured world.
“Catch the sun“: (The following words are a sampling from the post on this song’s appearance at #10 on the list of Best tunes for 2000) “Every day it comes to this, catch the things you might have missed. You say, get back to yesterday. I ain’t ever going back.” Jimi Goodwin just lays it all out there with his matter-of-fact and assured delivery, sounding very much like he comes from a long line of Madchester vocalists, like a meeting over pints with Ian Brown and Tim Burgess but with some bourbon thrown in for depth. And he’s got the guitar and drum muscle to back him up on this song, all driving and gut-wrenching, creating an envelope of sound that you wish you could seal yourself up in for the afternoon. However, it’s not to be as Goodwin and the brothers Williams are urging you forward, to get you out there into the world and experience everything under the sun.
“The man who told everything”: (Much like for the previous song, I’m paraphrasing here from a past post, but in this case, the song appeared at #3) “I’m gonna tell it all, I’m gonna sell it all, I’m gonna sell / Get out of bed, come out and sing, blue skies ahead, the man who told everything.” This song is big, bold, and beautiful. But don’t mistake my words for inferring that this tune is high energy frenzy. Instead, for all the excitement of the words, the music has a more muted pace. The guitar strumming matches the easy drumming at the outset but at each chorus, another layer of guitars and string effects is added that has an arduous quality, at once daunting and stubborn and unforgiving… So much awesome.
Just in case you missed them, here are the previous albums that have graced this list:
(I got the idea for this series while sifting through the ‘piles’ of digital photos on my laptop. It occurred to me to share some of these great pics from some of my favourite concert sets from time to time. Until I get around to the next one, I invite you to peruse my ever-growing list of concerts page.)
Daughter performing at Osheaga 2013
Artist: Daughter When: August 2nd, 2013 Where: Mountain stage, Osheaga, Jean Drapeau Park, Montreal Context: Ten years ago this summer, I attended Montreal’s Osheaga arts and music festival with my good friends Tim and Mark. It was an unforgettable weekend and we saw countless amazing performances over the festival’s three days. I’ve already posted photos* from some of the weekend’s sets and plan to share a few more of these in the months leading up to this year’s edition, which I will sadly not be attending. Some of these posts will have fewer photos than my normal galleries, including today’s, but this should not be taken to be indicative of the quality of the performances, but of the difficulty of obtaining quality pics while being so completely in the moment.
I had been listening to Daughter’s debut long player, “If you leave”, pretty much on repeat leading up to and in anticipation of the weekend and it grew on me by leaps and bounds with each listen. Its haunting melodies and soft tones seem perfect for early mornings, especially those accoutred with a thick layer of fog. Indeed, the album is awash in subtleties, the guitars and drums understated, as if played in a vacuous space, and frontwoman Elena Tonra’s delicate vocals exude just the right hint of sadness. Tonra was all smiles that afternoon, however, apparently not expecting such a large crowd so early in the afternoon. Listening, you could have floated away on the breeze, like the bubbles someone in the crowd kept blowing. They finished with their excellent single, “Youth” (see below), to crashing crescendos on a gathering wind. Tim likened them to a cross between Florence and the Machine and shoegazey type music and Mark described it as “Lovely, ethereal yummy.” Point of reference song: “Youth”
Elena Tonra and Remi Aguilella of DaughterIgor Haefeli and touring member Luke SaundersElena flashing another one of those smiles
*Past galleries from this festival weekend have included the following: