The Phoenix Concert Theatre
Toronto ON.
Monday, October 8th, 2007.

Andy Harpoon

No Thanksgiving fight will take you away from me. Your gold streamers shine in rainbows while you, the greatest wedding band of all time, play alcoholic songs to a parade of beautiful girls.

An uncomfortable viewpoint for this incomplete name. Just out of reach of those who can still respect the barriers of personal space. And I wish I were more in hers. I shouldn’t, but that hasn’t stopped me before.

You shocked me with a new favorite of mine from an old album of yours. The song that now reminds me of the last time, when we were. When I was carried in the arms of a cheerleader.

Then out came the local hibernating bear from his plaid cave of solitude, somehow placating to these imposed heroics on him. And strangely, it convinced me that it reminded her of a time when we were invading that space together.

Rarely so touched by strangers, so pushed by random columns and walls of spectators. Themes weave through these glares. These dreams of a man, outstanding. His erratic gestures, beyond savant.

This performance was close to perfection. The nuances of the location were the only drawbacks.