When we walked into the Bronson Centre I think it's safe to say we were all thinking the same thing:"Where the fuck are we?" The Bronson Centre, a.k.a the former Immaculata High School, was literally a high school auditorium. It was a really strange place to be seeing a rock and roll show (especially one that cost $30). Everyone was sitting in their seats listening to the opening bands, and it had the feel of third period assembly, except there were less people. I was waiting for the vice-principal to stand up and tell everyone to quiet down. We all sat in our seats trying to understand how something like this had happened, and vowing that when the Walkmen came on we were going to stand up and go to the front of the stage. Before they came on the stage, we started cheering for them, and everyone in the auditorium was really thrown off. It was like, because we were in an auditorium, people couldn't act like they normally would at a rock concert. Very, very strange atmosphere. Despite this and a shitty sound guy, the Walkmen managed to put on a good show. They played a bit more new stuff than I would have liked, but the old stuff they played was spot on. When they broke in to The Rat everyone lost it. All across the front row people were banging their fists on the stage in rhythm. I was screaming/singing along, loving every minute. Too bad the vocal mic was only going through the PA system (which we were behind) so the vocals we heard were the echoes of the auditorium behind us. . .fucking Bronson centre. But I'm not bitter, they played a good set and everyone had a good time. We were rocking out so hard we even got invited to the after party of the opening band Relief Maps, where, we were told, The Walkmen might show up. So we decided to go drink some beers before heading to the after-party. When we did eventually make it there, the 'party' had dispersed. The guitarist of Relief Maps was making out with his girlfriend on the front porch and it appeared we had missed the boat. I was somewhat miffed, so one of my friends asked me: "What did you expect, a huge 8 Aberdeen-style bash with people dancing on tables and a raging bonfire in the backyard?" And to be honest, that is what I was expecting. . .I guess when you live on Aberdeen St. for four years your expectations of what a typical after-party should consist of are tragically skewed.
Moral of the story: Walkmen = sick. Bronson Centre = a joke. Also, if you're ever invited to an after-party, don't show up two hours later and expect it to still be rocking.
3 comments:
That post will probably be the last time the Relief maps are ever wrriten about; learn how to play the tambourine ( its called rhythm you skinny posers).
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I'll never forget this show or understand how it happened. I woke up this morning and wondered if it had in fact happened at all. Memories of high school coffee houses flooded in and I got confused. Then I wondered: Was the price simply to high to bring people in? Was the venue to sketchy to bring people in? Or, are people just too unaware of the power the Walkmen possess.
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