"Fantastic," I said. "Not quite as good as the first time I saw him, but still better than most shows I've been to."
"Highlights only please. It's nearly four in the morning, and I'm fading fast."
"Well, for starters it was in a two-story concert hall, and by that I mean that there are two separate stages, one on a ground floor, and a second stage on the second floor. They're both full-sized theaters, too, not just a high school band stage. We're talking balconies, mezzanine, the works."
"Impressive," the Muse said.
"Even more impressive if you could have seen the place from the inside. The architects built it to seem like you were high in the trees. All the columns were tree trunks, and thousands of bundles of leaves and flowers hung upside down from the ceiling. I'm sure they were fake, but still. Quite a showing."
"Mostly Canadian, which isn't surprising. I mean, it's Toronto, you know? Obviously full of Canadians. Besides, how many people in the U.S. want to see Daniel Lanois? One thing I'd forgotten, though, is just how gorgeous Canadians are. They're much more pretty than we are, the bastards. I don't know what it is. Maybe the self-satisfaction of being just like Americans, only without guns and with free health care."
"You're a snob," the Muse said.
I shrugged. "Whatever. With any luck, some day I'll get to be a Canadian too. Keep your fingers crossed."
"And toes as well. Music."
"The man rules, Muse, as you already know. Just him, a drummer, base player and rhythm guitar. Quite cool. King of the reverb. Loud and sloppy guitar playing, very emotive and anguished. Reminded me of Neil Young, a little, guitar-wise. Oh! And Gord Downie was there! Did vocals on The Messenger!"
I sighed. "The Tragically Hip, Muse. He sings lead for The Tragically Hip. You're a heathen."
"It's four in the morning. Bite me. Go on."
"Two hour show, no intermission, lots of local guests as well. He's from Hamilton, which is a half hour from Toronto, so he gathered up all his old musician friends and brought them on stage to play. Quite cool. Did the same thing at the last show of his I saw, but that was actually in Hamilton, so it was a hometown gig."
"Two of them, one with the band, one without. Nice to see an old dude rockin' out by himself. Oh, I saw the new Batmobile, too."
"From the new Batman movie. It was on display in the shopping center across the street from the theater. I had time to kill before the show, so I was CD shopping, and there it was, all black and shiny and military-looking. Weird thing to just stumble across out of the blue."
"So to sum up?" she said.
"Batmobile. Daniel Lanois. Gord Downie. Lots of cute Asian girls, because it's Toronto. Lots of cheap CDs at the HMV. Waffles and bacon on the way home."
"That about cover it?"
"Yep. That'll do it."
"Rock on," she said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You're a geek. Now go to sleep."
"Too jazzed to sleep," I said.
"I'm not," she said, and turned off the light. In less than a minute, she was out like the light on the night stand.