Showing posts with label Tegan and Sara. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tegan and Sara. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Tegan & Sara

The girls bring some choreographed dance moves to this video for Alligator. Definitely a catchy song, but I cant help while watching the video but think as to how un-environmentally friendly it is. Common, its an igloo built out of plastic garbage bags….Ah..what's that? something shiny? Yup, I think the multi-colored sparkle snow made me get over that one prett-ay. quick-lay.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Tegan and Sara

Crossed a few 'to-dos' off my list this week: seeing a band in back to back concerts. Check. Be able to tell identical twins apart. Check. Although, I crossed that off for the third time...well probably more like 2.5, but lets round that up. Tegan and Sara at Massey Hall, followed by *Drum roll please* (i bet you guessed who the band is because of my first 'to do', you genius, you...) Tegan and Sara at Kool Haus.

I think I would be happy going to sit in Massey Hall for an evening, just staring at the empty stage. It is pure magic. Add a little Tegan and Sara into the mix and it brings life to a whole other level. Its like the day I discovered the lint brush - a moment that once you know it, its hard to know how you did without. Despite that the front audience was a little lame-o and not as 'into it' as one should be at a rock show*, T&S were performing their guts out. If the music wasn't enough to keep you entertained (then imma smack you) the band chanter was certainly enough to keep you going all night. At one point, Tegan joked that “being a teenager is hard, but being an eight-year-old lesbian is even harder.”

Anywhoo, round two proved to be more of a rock show at the Kool Haus. At one point they stopped playing, asked the house lights to come up and pointed out the drunkest person in the crowd who was being a huge dick, and asked him to be escorted out. Oh Tom Foolery...what a guy. When he's around, its always a show.

*maybe thats because everyone always feels a tad more proper at Massey.

The show stealers for me: