The last time I had the pleasure of seeing Feist was in 2001. She was playing a mid week show at the Rivoli in Toronto with a very small band. I remember her explaining at length during a pause in that show about how a German fan had told her that ¨feist¨ was a word which described the awkward feeling that one has when a stranger has overstayed their welcome in your home (I can`t vouch for the veracity of that fans etymological statement).
I hardly consider myself a prophet of a given band`s career arc, but I knew then that she was something special.
Flash forward to last night… she had all the charm and more well honed chops, with the power to project it all into everyones heart.
Somehow, Gerry Boulet entered the picture, late into the evening at a friends house. I could only marvel at the strange unifying power of those old tunes, disinterred from YouTube. Much group singing ensued.
I lamented that I could think of no English equivalent to those songs of love and solidarity. I believe those were my last thoughts for the night as I passed out with their dog Raymond Bourke licking my face…
Cheers,
Zeus⨪