Review: The Trews at Tulip Festival

I found out yesterday that I spent 4 hours on Friday night in torrential downpours. If you don’t know how that feels, think of how you would feel when your skin becomes a prune after 4 hours. Why the heck did we brave the elements?The Trews! Check out review here. Or you can just keep reading about our escapades.

What may I say about the Trews? Out of Antigonish, NS, based in Niagara Falls, ON, these guys know how to rock. Like ‘whoa, did they just do that?!’ rock. The setlist was a haze from my concentration swaying from keeping rain out of my body, but it was a killer show with the guitar solos, the numerous encores and the smoke show which just looked like an amplifier blew up.

Mike, Vero, Joe and I showed up at the Tulip Festival after it had rained all day thinking that we would get a reprieve. As soon as the Novaks went on it started to pour. But it was more of a ‘hey I’m going to rain on you but come at you from all directions so you don’t know what’s going on’. After the Novaks, Vero realized that she needed new clothes as she didn’t think it would rain so her and I went back to get some new clothes on her as well as some garbage bags for everyone.

When we returned, 1,500 more people had filtered in so it was a pain to find Joe and Mike (let’s be honest, the only pain was the fact that I had two beers in my hand and there were umbrellas in the crowd). Once we found them where we left them (right up front) we settled in for the long haul.

Highlights:

• Someone proclaiming that as soon as they would take a sip of their beer, it would magically fill itself up again
• Joe screaming at the very annoying girl from Antigonish who was dancing and screaming in our ears. I loved how she proclaimed to me “You’re not rocking enough! You Ottawa guys suck!” in which, in the Palmer sarcasm you all love, said to Vero “Vero, do you hear this? I didn’t realize that standing here in a torrential downpour to see a band we love counts as sucking as an audience. I suppose we should just leave.” And I did. To get some beer. But the look on her face was priceless. I think she realized she was speaking out of her ass at that moment. Note to all rockers out there: Everyone rocks in their own way. Especially in a freaking rainstorm.
• Someone’s ten foot wide umbrella in which Mike said he saw some dude just shake all the time because it was in the way. Classic. Note to all umbrella toting rockers out there: Get out of the crowd. You don’t deserve to rock up front with us, regardless of how I just said four lines above that everyone rocks in their own way. You’re just making the night awful for the guys in behind you. #1 rule in rocking: Don’t interfere with another’s concert going experience. Except for you seven foot tall boys, there’s no way around that. Do your best to put the Oompa-Loompas in front of you, but don’t feel too bad. The Lord of Rock gave you a gift.

So, once the night ended and we got our second wind, we went over to the faithful Heart and Crown to meet up with Philipp, Carrie, Brian and Sebastien. It was an amazing night and at that moment, drenched to the bone, we didn’t really care what we looked like (as apparent by the pictures taken that night) and we all felt like crap. Let’s just say I felt like I had dived into a lake for an hour with my clothes. My sneakers are still wet three days later.

The band Pogey was pretty good in all their acoustic glory. Highligtts of that adventure were:

• Asking Sebastien how he enjoyed his first trip to Montreal in which he replied “I will tell you all about it, but first I must rock to this song.” I love this guy already.
• My shirt drying out and then having a beer spilled on me. Great.

That did it for us for the rest of the weekend. Water-logged and miserable, we drove home and slept until noon. Then I meandered around on Saturday when I was supposed to get some hardcore essay work done. I ended up making a plan and whipped 1250 words up on Sunday which I am now happy with as it was bugging the hell out of me.

However, I have a story to tell about a trip to HMV, but first, I must write a letter.

iplaying: Parachutes – Pearl Jam (‘Avocado’ Album)