Joel Plaskett’s Microcosm of Community

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It’s Sunday morning. Last night Michelle and I saw Joel Plakett Emergency (Joel Plaskett’s band is an/the Emergency) play at the Vogue Theatre in Vancouver, which is a big deal because Joel Plaskett almost never comes to Vancouver.

Reflectively poetic interruption:

I love Maritimers. In fact, Maritimers are probably my favourite kind of Canadian folk. Fun fact, Martin Renauld is probably my favourite Canadian, mostly because he’s from Quebec and won’t know exactly how to react to this comment. Anyway, like I was saying, I love Maritimers. One of the greatest years of my life unfolded in Lennoxville, Quebec during which time I lived with three fantastic gentlemen from Halifax (Cole Harbour), Nova Scotia. Jon, Justin and Adam were/are in possession of the sort of mischief, poetry, kindness, storytelling, and intangibly-unique-sociability reserved for folks from this part of the world. For years I have enviously listened to their stories of The Plask’s performances in person, over the phone and watched their posts/videos online – my theory is that he plays in either Halifax, Moncton, Charlottetown, or somewhere in the woods of Cape Breton once a week. And I’ve been jealous because I love Joel Plaskett almost as much as I love Maritimers. So last night was a pretty big deal for me. For all of us in Vancouver.

Here are my three favourite things about the Joel Plaskett Emergency show in Vancouver:

1. “Joel Plaskett: What a Beauty!” This was an overheard from the guys behind us, which was inspired by Joel (I feel like I can call him Joel) laying on his back as he sang, told stories and nearly killed himself by getting tangled and electrocuted (“electrangled” ©Copyright John Horn 2012) in what he described as an “overly ambitious stage show” – the show included red-light-rock-n-roll-monkeys and they were/are awesome. Also included on the list of things that make Joel Plaskett “a beauty” are the following: Canadian unpretentiousness (he arrived on stage wearing jeans, a jean jacket and, you guessed it, a jean shirt), soul of a poet, friggin’ hilarious, weird quirkiness (best evidenced by some of the most amazing hand gestures I’ve ever seen), and the stage presence of a truly gifted showman Showman.

2. “Do not deviate from the set list.” Following multiple requests for certain songs from certain audience members, Joel responded to the group (he was brilliant with his fan-engagement throughout the evening) with this quotation. And then he told a story about why he thought that this was the funniest thing anyone has ever yelled at him during a show. Fantastic.

3. Diverse Musical Stylings. Joel Plaskett can rock with the best of ‘em (“Lightning Bolt”), he can make you tear-up with a love song (“I’m Yours”), he can make you dance with a catchy pop song (“Through & Through & Through”), and he can make you laugh with some of the most creative lyrics this side of K’Naan (“North Star” or “Come on Teacher” or “Extraordinare” or “Fashionable People”). Oh, and he’s got some sentimental gems that get to the heart of community (“I Love This Town”).

In conclusion, from his Canadian Tuxedo to his storytelling to his balls-out rockin’, Joel Plaskett is a community-builder (unless you’re from Kelowna) through and through and through.

His cross-Canada tour just kicked-off and you should check out when he’s coming to your town. Because Joel Plaskett is all kinds of awesome.

4/13 Victoria, BC – Alix Goolden
4/14 Vancouver, BC – Vogue Theatre
4/16 Banff, AB – Banff Centre
4/18 Calgary, AB – MacEwan Hall *
4/19 Edmonton, AB – Winspear Centre *
4/20 Saskatoon, SK – U of Sasks, Louis Pub *
4/21 Winnipeg, MB – Garrick Centre *
4/25 Montreal, QC – Corona Theatre *
4/26 Ottawa, ON – Bronson Centre *
4/27 St Catharines, ON – Brock Centre for the Arts *
5/18 Toronto, ON – Queen Elizabeth Theatre *
5/19 Toronto, ON – Queen Elizabeth Theatre *

* with Frank Turner

OMG! I saw LMFAO!!

Editor’s note: I must begin this article with a sincere apology to Mike and my teammates who play on our awesome team in the UBC Rec Tier 1 Mens Basketball. Last Thursday I missed our game and it wasn’t for a particularly awesome reason – I missed our game because I attended an LMFAO concert at the Pacific Coliseum.

It all started about a month ago, when my two teenage cousins introduced me to LMFAO – they showed me the then latest single by “Redfoo” and “Sky Blu”, which was – and still is – called “I’m Sexy and I Know It”. Here’s a sample of it from the concert:

LMFAO is all about recycled content. For example, “Redfoo’s” catch-phrase is borrowed from Austin Power’s, which I imagine not all of his fanbase totally ‘gets’. It’s Yeah Baby! and he says/said it after pretty much every song. And the duo can thank will.i.am for a fair bit of their musical content, which they simply shouted over on more than one occasion. Still, entertaining guys – well, the “Redfoo” guy was, anyway. The other one didn’t make the concert on account of his “wiggle-induced” back troubles.

Anyway, how the heck did I shuffle my way to an LMFAO concert? Well, I’m a firm believer that, when family calls, one answers such a call. Even if one-half of a possibly-ironic, fairly misogynistic, spandex-clad, “hip-hop” duo was at the other end of the call.

I honestly didn’t know what to expect from the evening, and if I told you that I was prepared for what unfolded before me as I walked into the Coliseum I would be a big, fat liar. The first observation was one of surprise, as the demographics were not at all what I expected. Sure, there were many, many tween and teenage girls. But there were also older dudes in the audience, like the guys who sat next to me … who were there together … un-ironically … because they were fans. And the couple of couples in front of us lit up so many cigarettes and joints that we might as well have been at a Snoop Dogg concert.

And the outfits. Oh, the outfits. Aside from the inappropriately attired teenage ladies, there was some really winning creativity when it came to the way people dressed. Neon spandex, hilarious nerd glasses, big red wigs, cardboard-box-robot-heads, and many pieces of clothing that paid special hommage to the 1980s defined the style of this particular community. Also, shuffling is pretty darn cool:

Speaking of the community, if I had to describe it with one word it would be joy. And if I had to use two words they would be neon joy.

People danced and fist-pumped the whole time (except for the chain-smoking gentlemen in front of us, who had to sit down after 45 minutes of fist-pumping and dancing; incidentally, this made for a fantastic micro-anti-smoking campaign for my cousins), which is a testament to the energy that LMFAO brought to the party.

And, speaking of parties, this is really the duo’s only message: party. Technically, their message is actually party rockin’. It’s simple, succinct and they stick to it well, as I believe no fewer than three of their songs have the words “party rockin’” in the title.

In conclusion, as a young man who enjoys new opportunities to experience different communities, well, this was certainly a new and different community that I experienced.

At the end of the day, I’m not sure if LMFAO are taking themselves seriously (like, as seriously as guys who finish their shows clad solely in speedos can) or if they’re some kind of genius hipster commentary on the sexified consumerism of our misguided society.

But I do kinda sorta know one thing. And it’s something to do with Party Rocking …

Photos courtesy of Eva Rinaldi (except the low-quality ones … those are mine from the concert)

 

K’Naan’s Cultural Olympiad

knaanpub1My birthday is coming up (it’s Saturday, February 27 and thanks so much for the card, by the by) and you can imagine my surprise when my Special Lady, Michelle, told me we were going to see K’Naan at the Orpheum Theatre. Needless to say, I was pretty darn excited.

Brief tangent: if you haven’t taken in a show or cultural event at the Orpheum, please do it soon. The place is as spectacular as it is intimate.

I will venture a guess and assume that 72% of visitors to this online news magazine know about K’Naan. Whether you do or not, the 10 minute video below acts as a pretty darn amazing introduction to one of the world’s most important artists. Enjoy!

Full disclosure. K’Naan is a sell out. Or so a handful of mangey protestors argued as thousands of fans excitedly lined up to see a young man who defines himself as “made in Somalia and raised in Toronto.” Recently, K’Naan signed a lucrative contract with corporate up-and-comer, Coca Cola – some folks argue this goes against his truly humbling, authentic, “man of the people” image. I will admit, combining a Coca Cola sponsorship with a stopover at the Olympics (the Cultural Olympiad is sponsored by Bell) amid chatter that artists are being “muzzled” by sponsors complicated my shining opinion of K’Naan.

When the protestors approached Michelle, though, things weren’t so complicated. Her argument went like this: Look. I’m not saying that you don’t have a point. But really, at the end of the day, K’Naan’s message is positive, empowering and inspiring. Through his songs he tells a story of forgiveness, respect, tolerance, and hope. Why wouldn’t we want this message to spread through any means possible, reaching individuals it otherwise would not have? Coke is powerful – take the example of GreenPeace, who tried for 15 years to have greener refridgeration technology approved in Canada. Coca Cola, in an attempt to be more environmentally sustainable, was able to get their climate-friendly vending machines and coolers approved for use in Canada in just one year, in time for the 2010 Olympics – opening the door for approval of green refridgerators and coolers. Instead of working against the man, it is often so much more effective to work with the man to effect change.

Michelle and I, being superawesome nerds, developed an evaluation rubric for the concert based on four categories – each category is worth five points. Here we go:

Edutainment

A good amount (like, 30) of parents brought their kids to the concert. In the lineup – amidst the inarticulate, yet passionate, protestors – I struck up a conversation with a little one (and her dad, because I’m not creepy) about the concert ahead. She said she was excited because her class watched a documentary about what K’Naan is doing in East Africa to raise awareness about women’s rights, child labour/poverty and the overall plight of people who live in “the hardest place on Earth.” He also told powerful stories and shook his ass like a maniac. Recent findings show kids love stuff like that.

Final Score: 5/5.

Dancibility

Rap concerts suck. There. I said it. Unless an artist has Timbaland mixin his pop-fresh beats live on stage, well, it all just sounds like muffled talking to the thump-thump of the base. And people can’t really dance to such sounds. Especially white people. And, let’s be honest about the crowd, this was/is Vancouver. But this was not a rap concert. It was a delightful hybird of rock/hip-hop/spoken word/stand up comedy with interludes of musical poetry. Whether he was whispering quietly to the audience or “lighting this mutherf*ckin’ joint” everybody could dance…to the best of their ability.

Final Score: 4/5

Creativity

Still moved by K’Naan’s amazing, humbling ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, this concert truly ran the gamut of sensation: from the hilarious and ridiculous to the tragically sad. Few people on this planet can honestly live up to the title of “Rapper, Poet, Philosopher, Storyteller, and Rock Star” – if he were the kind of guy to have business cards, K’Naan would have the best ones ever.

Final Score: 6/5

Authenticity

Here’s the deal. Sell-out or not, the part of the concert when K’Naan told the feeble VANOC official that he’s “not finished playing” – whether this came about because of his “mood” or his penchent for counterculture or his subscribing to African Time, this part of the show was delightfully authentic. I was not without my reservations, as K’Naan needlessly name-dropped Bob Marley and, to all the fans out there, here’s a piece of advice: when someone is singing/talking about their dead childhood girlfriend who left this world in the most terrible of circumstances, well, it’s not supercool to cheer about it. Idiots. Finally, Coke-fueled or not, seeing that many people sing to Wavin Flag was the most authentic thing I’ve seen during these Olympics. Building community through music? Check! Well done, K’Naan.

Final Score: 5/5

With a total score of 20/20 it’s pretty clear that K’Naan rocked the Orpheum. More importantly, though, in a world where most of us have lost faith in business – just ask Roger Martin, Dean of the Rotman School of Management – perhaps it’s not such a bad thing to have K’Naan, a poetic champion of the people, as a collaborator with the biggest business on Earth. After all, change takes a community…

- Written by The Bornks!

Recipe for an AKON Concert

  • 1 undersold GM Place
  • 15 cued lines of angry AKON fans forced to exchange tickets for new seats to offset the undersold concert
  • 1000 really, really short skirts
  • a large handful of people from every ethnic community in Vancouver/Lower Mainland
  • 2 three ton giant banana shaped speakers capable of thumping so hard your clothes feel the breeze
  • a shitload of other smaller speakers
  • a large pinch of super drunk and tatted out “gangstars”
  • a sprinkle of the VPD’s finest
  • 20 cups of young men wearing funny baseball caps askew
  • 1 guy wearing a pink skirt and a mohawk
  • 1 AKON
  • 1 Karlwolf (never heard of him before, but you learn something new everyday)
  • 1 Danny Fernandez
  • 2 backup dancers from the “hood”
  • 1 random Surrey rapper who does a lot of pacing on the small stage
  • a generous mix of hummer and SUV limousines
  • a generous serving of concerned parents watching suspiciously as their teenage daughters scream they want to be a “private dancer” for AKON
  • 10 cups of boy-band-esque dance moves
  • 1000 bright lights
  • a bakers dozen angry after-concert fights
  • 1 code word that’s guaranteed to “take things to the next level with your woman”
Mix all ingredients and you have yourself an AKON concert.