Showing posts with label sun ra ra ra. Show all posts
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Monday, January 13, 2025

Monday Roundup #209

Concert announcements:

Music hosted by Karen Ng (feat. Kieran Daly [solo] / Double Teams [Brodie West/Karen Ng/Nick Fraser/Aidan McConnell) / Wenona Lodge 2025-01-21 (Tuesday). $pwyc. [more info]

Persian Psychedelia (feat. DastgÃĒmachine [Caleb Klager/Mahmood Schricker/guest vocalist Neda Mohamadpour] / Sina Salimi / Kahveh) / Tapestry 2025-01-23 (Thursday). $11.30. [FB event]

Karen Ng presents (feat. Kieran Daly/Dan Fortin/Phil Melanson) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2025-01-23 (Thursday). $pwyc. [more info]

University of Toronto New Music Festival [curated by Nolan Hildebrand, feat works by Yike Zhang, Steven Banks, Menelaos Peistikos, Kotoka Suzuki, Nolan Hildebrand] (feat. Toronto Saxophone Collective) / Walter Hall 2025-01-25 (Saturday – 2:30 p.m.). $free. [more info]

University of Toronto New Music Festival [curated by Norbert Palej, works by Andrew Staniland, Reza Vali, Christina Volpini, Erik Ross] (feat. Rob MacDonald) / Walter Hall 2025-01-28 (Tuesday). $free. [more info]

University of Toronto New Music Festival: Iranian Music Concert [curated and conducted by Kaveh Mirhosseini, works by Heshmat Sanjari, Iman Habibi, Afarin Mansouri, Shahab Paranj, Golfam Khayam, Reza Vali, Kaveh Mirhosseini] (feat. Saina Alikhani/Bijan Sepanji/Farzad Khorshid-savar) / Walter Hall 2025-01-31 (Friday). $free with registration. [more info]

Exit Points #56 (feat. Rumi Jeraj/J. Moone/Erica Whyte/Sonia Leung/Christopher Hull / Karen Ng/Kilometre Club/Aliyah Aziz/Dee Dee Decay/Michael Palumbo / switchemups) / Array Space 2025-01-31 (Friday). $20 [advance] / $25 [door]. [FB event]

University of Toronto New Music Festival [curated by Jim Lewis, works by Patrick O'Reilly] (feat. DOG Ensemble x Jazz Faculty) / Walter Hall 2025-02-02 (Sunday – 2:00 p.m.). $free. [more info]

Track Could Bend #101 (feat. Allison Cameron / Kayla Milmine/Bob Vespaziani/Michael Lynn) / Wenona Lodge 2025-02-04 (Tuesday). $pwyc. [FB event]

Basic [Chris Forsyth/Douglas McCombs/Mikel Patrick Avery] / The Sound Garage 2025-03-22 (Saturday). $28.98, 19+. [FB event]

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Shows this week:

Toronto Electronic Music Open Mic (feat. Timothy 1105 / Gruve Collective / Antibes / Nye Da / Alisa Vox Raw / naw / Paul Hillier / Time God Uly / Phurniture / Hilary Martin / Hozerz / Cetacea / Inchoate / dreamSTATE / Dre / Gary Duke) / Handlebar 2024-01-13 (Monday)

Sarah Greene & Friends [Sarah Greene/Paul Kolinski/Michael Herring/possibly some guests!] / The Local 2025-01-13 (Monday). $pwyc. [FB event]

Whiskeyjacks [Jay Hay/Dan Gooch/Pete Johnston/Jake Oelrichs] / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2024-01-13 (Monday). $pwyc. [more info]

Makam Nights (feat. Habib Hoseini / Soheil Sadeghi) / The Tranzac (Living Room) 2025-01-16 (Thursday). $pwyc. [FB event]

Sub-Sessions #8 (feat. TFA / Wanda / Lahore Wept / Jaeger) / BSMT 254 2024-01-16 (Thursday). $14.64. [FB event]

JS Presents! Ep. 56 (feat. Thom Gill x JESSA/Jessica Stuart) / The Tranzac (Southern Cross Lounge) 2024-01-18 (Saturday – 5 p.m.). $pwyc. [FB event]


It happened this week...

  • ...on January 14, 2011 at Steelworkers Hall (Four Corners II).

Sun Ra Ra Ra - unknown

  • ...on January 15, 2011 at !059.

Army Girls - Here It Comes

[Do remember that you can click on the tags below to go back and find the original posts (and often, more stuff) from these artists.]

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Recording: Four Corners II

Artist: Four Corners II*

Song: Losing Touch With My Mind (Spacemen 3 cover)

Recorded at Four Corners II (Steelworkers Hall), January 14, 2011.

Four Corners II - Losing Touch With My Mind

My notes for this set can be found here.

* This is, in fact, the four bands at Four Corners II (Rituals, Sun Ra Ra Ra, Quest For Fire and Lullabye Arkestra) playing simultaneously. It's a bit of a chaosbomb, but it's presented here for those who are interested.

Recording: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Artist: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Song: unknown*

Recorded at Steelworkers Hall (Four Corners II), January 14, 2011.

Sun Ra Ra Ra - unknown

My notes for this set can be found here.

* Does anyone know the title to this one? Please leave a comment!

Gig: Four Corners II

Four Corners II (feat. Lullabye Arkestra / Quest for Fire / Sun Ra Ra Ra / Rituals)

Steelworkers Hall. Friday, January 14, 2011.

The initial Four Corners show was such a success that it seemed inevitable that there'd be sequel. In fact, the concept is so wonderful (and, ex post facto, so obvious) that it's a wonder that this hadn't happened sooner. Basically, instead of having one stage where four bands take turns playing their sets, these shows get rid of the stage and have four bands set up in each of the corners of the room, letting them take turns playing one or two songs. The outcome is a non-stop stream of music, with all of that deadtime for set breaks and changeovers suddenly eliminated as the bands power onwards.

There was also the chance to apply some lessons learned from the first incarnation — this time out in the Steelworkers Hall, there was one more section of the multipurpose room open, creating a slightly bigger space. And besides colour-coded spotlights, each corner was also decorated with a matching light sculpture. And just as importantly, the slow-pouring draft keg was replaced by bottles of beer this time, keeping the queue moving faster.

The advantage of the January version was the the room was less stiflingly hot — at least at first — but it also made hanging out in the patio area less enticing. Speaking to the sense of community these shows foster, I noted members of all four bands from the first Four Corners in attendance — including, of course, the guys from Ancestors, who once again set things up.

While the room filled, the DJ was spinning a variety of dancefloor-friendly stuff (from reggae to ELO) that'd be unlike anything forthcoming from the night's bands. In fact, the overall net vibe of these four bands would be "less punk, more metal" than the previous show. There's still a fair amount of musical terrain covered by the four bands, but definitely a shared love of volume — a fact I regretted as I realized that for the first time in ages I'd forgotten my earplugs.

The room was pretty full by the time things got started, with Rituals, in the red corner, leading off. Of the four, this was the only band I had no familiarity with1, but they were speaking my language with a sort of gloomy, reverb-laden post-punk sound. I liked the ingredients, but at first I was somewhat unsure if I liked how they mixed them. There were shades of, say, Crystal Stilts, but Rituals brought something darker and harder-edged to it — like angry stoners on acid out to recreate half-remembered metal jams.

Listen to one of Rituals' songs from this show here.

Rituals played two songs, then over to the green corner, where Sun Ra Ra Ra sounded ragged right off the bat — like they'd been standing out in a parking lot screaming all night just to be ready for this. Raging garage punk sizzling in all directions, this is a band that takes "Psychotic Reaction" to heart as much as a manifesto as a sonic template — inspirational lyric: "you really can't control what's on the other side of your mind."

Check out of of Sun Ra Ra Ra's songs from this show here.

Quest for Fire were a literal change of pace, with their first song coming out at about a third of the speed of Sun Ra Ra Ra's frenzied spasms. The band was beefed up for the night with extra guitar from Holy Mount's Daniel Losic, and they were deliciously sludgy in a bliss/drone sort of way — "it's a very blue scene right now," quipped the guy standing behind me, correctly noting that their colour fit their vibe just fine. The only other time I'd seen the band, quite early on in their run, hadn't done a thing for me — but this was going down just right.

Listen to one of Quest for Fire's songs from this show here.

Unsurprisingly, Quest For Fire played one song in about the same time the other bands had played two, and then the action moved across the room to Lullabye Arkestra. For their own regular sets, the husband-and-wife duo of Kat Taylor and Justin Small have developed a theatrical build, with smoke machines and rising keyboard drones. But here, it was right into it, and as their musical fury burst out in frenzied bass and pummelled drums, the guy in front of me set to some honest-to-goodness headbanging. That's the sort of intensity that Lullabye Arkestra can bring, and when they're raging full-force, they're something to behold.

Listen to one of Lullabye Arkestra's songs from this show here.

And then it was back to Rituals as the second lap began. It's worth noting once again how effortlessly everything flowed, with no sound problems and bands striking it up as the last notes from the band before them were still fading. Quest For Fire hit their faster gear, which is still a much slower chug than anyone else on hand and Lullabye Arkestra broke out a pair of new songs — one of which, with Taylor's vox and a chorus of "set it on fire!" was pretty, um, inflammable.

By the third time around, the bands were really hitting their stride, especially Rituals, who, all at once "clicked" with me. The crowd that had been surging from corner to corner as bands switched off were starting to list now, some people fading back to grab a beer or marshal their strength while Sun Ra Ra Ra were playing like Thirteenth Floor Elevators on meth. Meanwhile, as Quest For Fire played, I was half-drunkenly convinced for a minute they were pulling out an Alice in Chains cover, or something vaguely familiar that I couldn't pin down. It was only after the fact that I realized it was, in fact, Pink Floyd's "Fearless" — a non-classic that went down well with some ragged extra heaviousity.

At the start of the fourth and final lap around the room, it's called out that the bar is closing in a half-hour. By now, the floor was slick with spilled beer, and the room had indeed heated up, the windows now fogged over. As Rituals completed their last pair of songs, there were lots of people staggering around with two or three beers. Sun Ra Ra Ra launched into a bad-vibe version of Spacemen 3's "Rollercoaster" that seemed to be more to call for damaged schizophrenia than liberating mind expansion.

That would give a peek ahead to the grand finale, when all the bands combined for a four-cornered version of "Losing Touch With My Mind", another Spacemen 3 cover, with all four bands simultaneously raising as much cacophony as they could muster while trying to stay in sync. Quest For Fire were the loudest, and hence the best to use as a guide. But once they all got going, it was like a sonic apocalypse — or at least some kind of Dionysian mindmelt, and the room broke out into clumps of people dancing, with groups of friends wandering around high-fiving each other, and people making out along the scarce available wall space. The "song" lasted about six minutes, the bands shifting in and out from each other, and then ended as each of them fell into a long squall of feedback for another couple minutes.

Listen to the intense madness of the finale here.

Quite exhausting, but also a helluva ride. Slightly more than an hour-and-a-half, all told. After that, the outside cold felt rather bracing, although the conditions were less conducive to people simply collapsing outside on the lawn to recover.2

Once again, if you noticed that the pictures here are way better-looking than they normally are in these parts, that's because I've borrowed a few shots with the kind permission of Ivy Leah. Ivy captures the passion of bands because she's passionate about them as well — and can be found right up in the thick of it at many of the city's finer no-bullshit rock'n'roll shows. Check out her stuff here.


1 With the crowd rushing from corner to corner while I held my spot at the centre of the room, I didn't realize during the set that it was the multitasking Leon Taheny (a member of Germans, and seen on stage recently with Bruce Peninsula — as well as a producer of many fine records) behind the drumkit.

2 And just to catch up with the bands involved, it should be noted that Rituals have a gig at Parts & Labour on Saturday, July 23, 2011, and Quest For Fire is playing at The Silver Dollar this Friday (July 15, 2011). And, most excitingly, Four Corners III (featuring Dentata, Tropics, Boars and The Soupcans) goes down at the Steelworkers Hall on Friday July 22, 2011.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Recording: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Artist: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Song: unknown*

Recorded at The Silver Dollar Room, February 27, 2010.

Sun Ra Ra Ra - unknown

My notes for this set can be found here.

* Does anyone know the title to this song? Please leave a comment!

Monday, March 29, 2010

Gig: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Sun Ra Ra Ra (Magic Cheezies / Queen Licorice / Holy Mount / Ghost Trees)

The Silver Dollar Room. Saturday, February 27, 2010.

Show up early enough for one of Dan Burke's bills at the Silver Dollar and you never quite know what you're going to get. There's something touching1 about the way that he will add a band at the bottom of the bill that has no stylistic ties to the rest of the night — in this case slipping in a band of mostly soft edges in a night otherwise filled with hardness. This would turn out to be the case with Ghost Trees2, mainly a vehicle for the songs of singer/guitarist Jamie Steep, backed by a pair of friends on keyb and an 80's drum machine. The latter wasn't used for cranking out programmed rhythms; rather, sitting on top on a floor tom, it was "played" live by Chris B., sitting behind the kit. Its tones — tinny and mechanical but still slightly off-kilter — lent the songs sort of a minimalist C86 type of sound. You know those albums where there are bonus tracks of demos of the album cuts, stripped down, with a drum machine in the background? And how sometimes those demos have a raw, honest appeal that goes missing somewhere when the songs get fully fleshed out? Listening to Ghost Trees playing live was like listening to that. One new song came out a little on the rough and under-rehearsed side, but it was mildly endearing and fit in with the band's gently shambolic kind of vibe. The tunes weren't all killer, but if nothing else, the band is working out a rigourous and distinctive sound which could turn into something quite interesting.

Listen to a track from this set here.

That would be the last time on this night that terms like "quiet, understated charm" would be floating through my head. As a passel of young men started lugging an enormous amount of gear on stage, the place started to fill with a fairly young crowd. And soon that gear — giant bass cabinet and immaculate new-looking Marshall amps — was being put to the test by Oshawa's Holy Mount. Leading off with "Wild Weather", rising out of a couple minutes of guitar noise before a sluggishly churning beat and another woozy guitar line took over. As if I'd just chugged some codeine-laced cough syrup, everything suddenly got slow and heavy. Playing only five songs in their half-hour set (a couple of which stretched out to about the seven-minute mark) the band definitely had some heaviosity going on. Outside my usual musical sweet spot, to be sure, but to the extent I can get behind anything that falls into the wider category of "metal", I'm more likely to be behind something that's appending a prefix like "sludge" to it.3 The vocals were... serviceable, but the band was more about imparting a vaguely psychedelic molasses pour of a time. Again, probably just my particular taste talking, but I actually enjoyed it the most when the tempos were at their most sluggish. On the whole, I liked this more than I thought I might have at the outset, though this probably isn't the sort of thing I wouldn't go out of my way to see.4

Filed more definitively under "wouldn't go out of my way to see" would be Queen Licorice, up next, and sharing the use of all that aforementioned fancy gear. The band's complement included, besides the musicians, a "Spiritual Guru", and I guess this was the skull-mask-clad bloke handing out licorice to the audience as the band finished setting up. Also loud, I must confess that this band didn't do anything for me — they seemed to be aiming more for something like "radio ready modern rock".5 When I'm taking in opening bands, I normally make a point of trying to remain attentive and give them a fair shake, but by a couple songs into this set I'd had enough, and moved over from in front of the stage to find a spot in the raised seating area, leaving more room for the not-insubstantial number of supporters that were in the room — obviously this was to their taste. A couple songs further along, even sitting and watching seemed like too much and I had pulled out my newspaper, keeping myself occupied with that. Other problems notwithstanding, the band arguably overstayed their welcome, with their set lasting for over forty-five minutes. Of course, a long set is always longer when it's not your thing. Plenty of time to look at the headlines and ponder one's mortality.6

But if life is brief, a set by Magic Cheezies is quicker. Once all of that gear was cleared off, the stage looked positively spartan as the trio took over, with Heather Curley's guitar hooked up to a peeny Peavy amp. I was won over by their Wavelength 500 appearance, though the band seemed less-than-pleased with themselves on that night, so I wanted to see them again when they were less preoccupied with technical gremlins. Except for their respective snack-related monikers, the band was pretty much the opposite of the one that had preceded them, which I think gave them a little something extra to push against.7

As with the Wavelength show, the set was here and gone in a flash — nine songs in under fifteen minutes, but it felt like about the exact right amount. Once again, Curley led the band in a white-hot clamour, her singing punctuated by arresting yelps and whoops as she generated crunchy, feedback-laced noises from her guitar. The lyrical content is sometimes hard to decipher, but enough phrases slip through ("so sick and tired!", "you make up the words!", "what are you gonna do?") to get their attitude across. Their flow through the set was much more assured this time, with the last squeals of noise from one song still cutting through the room as the count-in for the next song began. There are moments in my life where I want subtlety and nuance and delicacy — but in the opposite-feeling times, Magic Cheezies is exactly the sort of thing I want to hear. Quite superb.

Listen to a couple tracks from this set here.

I was also eager to have another chance to see Sun Ra Ra Ra. Besides wanting another dose of the energy they brought to the stage, the last time I'd caught 'em, they were short a keyboard player, so I did want to see how that affected their sound. The vintage Ace Tone did do a bit to gather together the sonic confusion, and its presence was felt on the opener, which was more of a slow groover. But by and large, the Sun Ra Ra Ra sound is raucous garage spasms, presented with a semi-chaotic stage presence. The vocals — presented with I-drank-acid-and-I'm-pissed-off-about-it scratchy intensity — might be at the far end of the take-it-or-leave it scale for some people, but fit right into the band's ragged gut-punch aesthetic. If the Stooges spent an afternoon huffing turpentine and then decided to bash out some Chuck Berry covers... well, you get the idea. An essential live experience, especially their glossolalian version of "Surfin' Bird", which, in defying description, needs to be seen to be believed. Suffice it to say, SRRR take the song past "creepy", and nestle it right up against "alarming". The finale involved a lot of instrument-swapping with the song in progress, concluding things with the right amount of ragged abandon.

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 Or possibly totally mercenary.

2 Not to be confused with Ghost Bees, Ghostlight, or Ghostkeeper. Or, for that matter, not to be confused with Screaming Trees or Treepeople.

3 I mean, like, yeah, I have some Melvins cassettes stored away in a box somewhere.

4 If this sounds like your cup of tea, the band is offering a newly-recorded EP for free download on their myspace.

5 And, oh — that sentence required some lengthy consideration to keep it mostly out of the realm of making me sound like a pretentious knob. My notepad has some less kind commentary written at the time, including "suitable for bored kids to smoke hash to" — which might actually be looked at more positively by this band than I meant it.

6 The latter thoughts were probably dredged up by the fact that I was sitting across from the Gord Brown mini-plaque affixed to the back of the wall seats. It's a touching thing, worth keeping an eye out for next time you're at the Dollar. It made me ponder at which venue I'd want my engraved memorial, should I suffer an untimely demise.

7 "Thank you to Pearl Jam for that lovely long set," was how Curley put it. And to a certain extent, the lack of appreciation from Queen Licorice's fans was reciprocated — a couple women who had been right up front dancing through QL's set lasted for about one minute into Magic Cheezies before they gave each other a preplexed look and decamped from the room.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Recording: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Artist: Sun Ra Ra Ra

Song: unknown*

Recorded at Artscape Gibraltar Point (ALL CAPS! Island Show), October 17, 2009.

Sun Ra Ra Ra - unknown

My notes for this set can be found here.

* Does anyone know the title to this one? Please leave a comment!

Gig: The ALL CAPS! Island Show (part II)

The ALL CAPS! Island Show (feat. Brian Borcherdt, Great Bloomers, Times Neue Roman, Sun Ra Ra Ra)

Artscape Gibraltar Point. Saturday, October 17, 2009.

This is part two of this day's events. For introduction and the day's earlier bands, see here.

Back in from the lighthouse, Georgia Webber told the re-assembling crowd some of its ghost stories — some true, some more spurious. By now, it was fully dark outside, giving a different atmosphere to the room as Brian Borcherdt took the stage. The darkness suited his solo acoustic material, with songs about ghosts and drowning delivered in his high, clear voice. Although Borcherdt has probably gotten the most gravy for his work with the storming dance marauders Holy Fuck, he actually was an established folky singer-songwriter before that unit took off and he has since been pursing parallel music tracks. The material at hand here, mostly deriving from '08's Coyotes, I believe, was well-assembled and well-delivered, melodic but not hooky. His music would fit well on a mixtape with say, Sandro Perri, whose solo acoustic material works in similar ways. Truth be told, this stuff didn't register with me strongly. There were one or two songs that had something going for them, but nothing really stuck — not a strong argument against their author by any means, just an indication that this style doesn't do much for me. He closed his set with a cover of Kim Mitchell's "Easy to Tame", which we will forgive as a lack of judgment arising from over-exuberance.

"You might notice half of us are missing", noted vocalist Lowell Sostomi as Great Bloomers began their set. Pulling double duty with an opening slot for Cuff the Duke at the 'Shoe later in the evening, the band elected to play in a stripped-down format. Kudos to them for playing a benefit on the night they had a paying gig to go to. The band is certainly reaching ever-growing numbers of people — the days' crowd was at its thickest at this point, with maybe sixty bodies in the room, responding heartily to the band's rootsy pop-rock. Myself, despite a couple previous exposures, I haven't particularly cottoned to their stuff. There's certainly something there — "Dark Horse" has a nice gallop to it, for example, but their songs to date largely haven't convinced me. Trying on some different material with the trio alignment, Sostomi played one he introduced as "an old love song" that predated the band as well as a new one. It's not out of the question that this band might impress me at some point down the road, but for the time being, they'll remain merely pleasant in my book.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Presumably looking to catch a ferry back to the mainland to attend to various evening plans, the crowd suddenly shrunk by about half, but it left a looser vibe among those sticking it out. Times Neue Roman were the day's first band to command the mostly-sitting crowd to stand up and move closer, handing out chocolates as an incentive. The crowd was soon into their high-energy hip-hop, though not quite responding to the band with the same vigour they were putting out: "to those not participating, you'll have to excuse the awkwardness of the call-and-response — we all just met, so we're still getting the hang of it," Arowbe commented. All things considered, TNR put on the best show of the night, with a dancer trying to get the crowd moving, plus a giant illuminated skull overlooking proceedings. Plus, the band pulled off the night's deftest bit of impromptu songwriting, presenting a tune called "Winston, Where are You?", based on the the story told in their introduction about Winston — the probably-mythical student at this school who, as a punishment, had to sit in a chair in the hatch under the library floor, and was forgotten there. The duo mixed in a couple songs with Alexander The on acoustic guitar — a break from their usual driving beats. As with the previous time I'd seen 'em, I was rather impressed by TNR's showmanship as well as their tunes. A couple days after this show, I had a song relentlessly trapped in my head, and I struggled for a while to figure out it was before I realized it was a Times Neue Roman joint — so take that as a good sign.

Listen to a track from this set here.

"Is that loud enough? I know it's been a real quiet day," asked Sun Ra Ra Ra, ending the night with a cobweb-clearing set of blistering rock anthems. The rock'n'roll equivalent of an overdriven flamethrower, the rapid-fire songs flew by with incomprehensibly shout-y vox, shards of feedback and a sock-full-of-nickels beat. Oh, plus a strutting costumed samurai marching around the room. Apparently playing sans their organ player, their sound managed to be pretty saturated regardless. A lightning fast version of "Surfin' Bird" made The Ramones sound like The Melvins — until it hit that lurch, the "ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba" before the song launches back into the "ooh mau mau", where the song stopped dead, the vocalist (Daniel? Emmot? their myspace leaves the matter unclear who the singer is) sputtering for a full weird minute before the band jumped back into the song. A guitar amp blew out on the penultimate song, but a quick switch got things back for the finale. Perhaps, like Ghostlight earlier on, this might have sounded all the more vital for standing in stark contrast to most of the other acts, but in the moment this felt pretty damned fine. Rousing, sweaty fun.

Listen to a track from this set here.

After that, there was a chunk of time to kill, as the next ferry was about forty-five minutes away, and this time, I was going to rely on the shuttle to get me back. So there was some shuffling around, and time to chat with some of the fellow stragglers and poking around a few more corners of the facility. Dale Morningstar, whose famous Gas Station studio was nearby, had lent out some PA equipment for the event and dropped by to check on it, chatting with the shuttle driver and a few other Islanders, keeping their wary eyes on us auslanders. Outside, there was heavy quiet, and a weird sense of time-confusion — after the full afternoon's concert, it felt really late, and standing outside, it could have been three in the morning as easily as ten at night.

Eventually, everyone shuffled onto the minibus for the surreal ride back to Ward's. The interior lights were on as we zipped through the sward, meaning only occasional shadows were visible as we passed through all the hollows I'd knocked about on my way in. The driver was blasting Q107 as the dudes behind me were confessing to each other that as they grew older, they were increasingly able to appreciate metal unironically. A strange little trip.

And then to the dock as the ferry was pulling in. A quick, chattery trip back across the water and then walk up to Union. It was not, in reality, all that late, and a more-eager type could have still gotten somewhere for a musical nightcap. But the day felt complete to me. Well-organized, well-executed, this was a fine bit of work by all involved, and a most worthy event.