Oh my poor husband.
He’s stuck with my still wide-eyed self repeatedly gushing over the wonders of the acoustic gig with Joey Cape and Tony Sly this past weekend in Montreal. I’m still talking about it.
It was one of those shows that felt like you were surrounded by awesome folks and had the atmosphere of a campfire thanks to the acoustic vibe. I laughed throughout the onstage banter and sang along with every single lyric. Fangirl!
I’ve never seen a multi-tasker as skilled as Joey Cape. Witness as he performs flawlessly as he has his hair cut on stage.
And Tony Sly played one of my favourite songs ever towards the end of the night. A song so bone-crushingly sickly sweet that I was tearing up as I held hands with my husband. Sigh. Aging punk rock love just feels so good.
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