Wednesday, July 07, 2004  

Montreal, you had me at bonjour.

Our hotel backed up to Rue Sainte-Catherine, which seemed to be like St. Mark's Place (well, the St. Marks of the Ramones, not the Chipotle one now) stretched out for blocks and blocks. Some observations about this section of Montreal as I strolled down La Rue:
--Montreal must have the most white folk with dreadlocks per capita.
--Peeps of all types in tha muthafuggin' MonREEall are stylin', and the chicks are smokin'.
--Sex shoppes and more sex shoppes are the rage on Rue Sainte-Catherine, as are churches. And hookers.
--Sainte-Catherine's expansive gay district makes Dupont Circle seem like an Elks Lodge.
--The heavily tatt'd anarcho-beggar punx in Montreal make NYC's kids seem like daytrippers from Connecticut. These Montreal-ians have the crusty thing down. One dude thrust out a Burger King cup impaled on a tree branch and demanded "BEER MONEY!"
--I thought I was in France---if France loved hockey. I like France and love hockey, so Montreal you are way OK by moi.

Highlights of the fest:
--Wibutee
--Eivind Aarset
--and Nellie McKay, who was besteststst of all. She played solo, and was hilarious, charming, and supadupa great. I even went and bought her CD after the show. How very 1988 of me! Thanks for bringing back Fan Boy, Ms. Nellie. And thx for the many live MP3s.

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