Stars
Osheaga Festival
Montreal
September 9/07

Fingers & Glover

It couldn’t have been a nicer day. We took our beers on the hill, smoked our cigarettes and waited for the band. We went into the crowd and there s/he was. Our eyes met. We fell in love. Then there was this other guy. Or was it a girl? Doesn’t matter. It was just this thing on the side, and it never meant anything. Not really. Not at first. Then things got stale. Things got complicated. The breakup. The makeup. The shakes. The wobbly presence of bobby pins and the smell of burnt hair in the morning. We all went our separate ways by the last song, dying to have it all back for one more night. We threw up at the beer tent, and saw our reflection along the matter of our entrails. The sun went down and that was the end of us but the Stars sang us there from beginning to end.