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+1 for holy shit

Agreed on the "holy shit", I expected a couple hundred bucks at the most. 

Can you post the link? I do not see this donation sidebar anywhere. I'll throw in.

holy shit.  i had no idea it was anything like that.

Yes I think jamband.ca musical fundraiser would be fun and potentially bring some added traffic back here as well.  Maybe one in Ottawa and one in Hamilton or surrounding region.  

nero benefit concert!

in the meantime donated
 

http://music.cbc.ca/#!/blogs/2013/6/How-to-dance-like-Gord-Downie
 

I just shared this on FB, I figured maybe should live here too... 
 
This news today of Gord and his illness has left a pit in my stomach, something altogether fetid. A part of me is going with this and I’m not ready to say goodbye. This man and his band are tied to me in way that few other bands could be. For those that know me well, you know I champion a lot of music and how it has developed into a significant driving theme in my life, but this band is different. 
For what felt like a lot of my youth, I was often the new kid with the weird accent. From being the Yank transplanted to UK, to then the kid with the British accent plonked down in Perth, ON (Lawd ‘ave mercy!). As anyone moving from country to country or town to town can attest, being new is not the easiest thing to slide right into, in fact it still gives me anxiety to this day, but there are some equalizers that help the situation. A few things cut across culture, geography and language and among them, my favourites; food and music. 
Perth was a tough transition for me - scrawny kid, brit accent, (and dressing me for school in a snowsuit in April didn’t help either, Mom) but one thing that can make a transition easier is having a common thread. The Hip came to be this to me. 
At age 13, I remember my first Hip encounter… listening to Road Apples at Byron ’ s place, in his tiny room, dancing around like a couple of monkey’s plowing through a case of red bull, to the seizure-inducing atmosphere of the strobe light Byron had recently completed in electronics class. This is forever etched into my brain pan, but it began a relationship with a band that regardless of who you were, or where you were from, at least in my experience, was a band you could pull out of the hat and all could relate to. There was no awkwardness, no uncomfortable things to avoid - just admiration and appreciation for The Hip. Everyone seemed to revel in it.
They also proved to be a great comfort and help to me moving on to Brockville when I was 15. Having this tool in my hip pocket, to play and prove that I had something to relate to these new bunch of people, helped assemble the basis of many friendships to which I still hold dear in my life today. Like many things in life, there’s an ebb and flow. The Hip haven;t been in my musical lexicon regularly for quite a few years but I recognize them for their very foundational place in  the creation of this mixed up being; yours truly. They were, in a nutshell, both a coping mechanism for my chronically newness and spark for my gregariousness and for that I’ll be forever grateful. 
2016 has been a year of upheaval, sadness, shock and awe and it doesn’t appear to be slowing. Today’s news sucker punched me when I wasn’t ready and it’s taking a bit more of a toll than I expected. But this corduroy road isn’t at an end yet. I hope to be out there one last time this summer, with all of you, taking in the sheer brilliance of the best front man Canada ever produced. Calling all to muster that Courage to see Gord off in the fashion he deserves. 
It couldn’t come a worse time. 

Shocking news.
I'm already thinking back to when the Tragically Hip played a school dance at my highschool when I was in grade 10.  I didn't know them at the time and I think they may have still been primarily a cover band.  The only song I remember was their cover of "Money" in the style of the beatles,  I was big into the beatles so that made me really like them.
The times when my friends and I would sneak on some private property near lemoine's point in Kingston with beer, build a fire and play Up To Here and Road Apples all night on a ghetto blaster.  
The time a friend and I went on a last minute road trip to brockville in my crappy first car to see The Hip play a little music festival and saw how much the band had changed, and had become rock stars.  
The time I volunteered at the first Another Roadside Attraction in Kingston at a Queens U stadium. While working the artist entrance back gate, let Gord Downie in after busting his balls and pretending I didn't recognize him and asked for ID.  He didn't have any and said he's late for soundcheck.  I laughed and let him in.  He laughed,  then he asked for a smoke and a light. I gave him one, but I didn't have a light and wanted to smoke too.  Gord takes off to the stage, thanking me.  5 minutes later, he's running across the field back to the gate.   He arrives and says "Hey, I got you a light!". He lights my smoke, and heads back for soundcheck    I learned how swell of a guy he is that day.
 
 
 
 
 

Shocking news.
I'm already thinking back to when the Tragically Hip played a school dance at my highschool when I was in grade 10.  I didn't know them at the time and I think they may have still been primarily a cover band.  The only song I remember was their cover of "Money" in the style of the beatles,  I was big into the beatles so that made me really like them.
The times when my friends and I would sneak on some private property near lemoine's point in Kingston with beer, build a fire and play Up To Here and Road Apples all night on a ghetto blaster.  
The time a friend and I went on a last minute road trip to brockville in my crappy first car to see The Hip play a little music festival and saw how much the band had changed, and had become rock stars.  
The time I volunteered at the first Another Roadside Attraction in Kingston at a Queens U stadium. While working the artist entrance back gate, let Gord Downie in after busting his balls and pretending I didn't recognize him and asked for ID.  He didn't have any and said he's late for soundcheck.  I laughed and let him in.  He laughed,  then he asked for a smoke and a light. I gave him one, but I didn't have a light and wanted to smoke too.  Gord takes off to the stage, thanking me.  5 minutes later, he's running across the field back to the gate.   He arrives and says "Hey, I got you a light!". He lights my smoke, and heads back for soundcheck    I learned how swell of a guy he is that day.
 
 
 
 
 

https://player.vimeo.com/video/166684241
 

I'm glad to see he is using some more mainstream venues this time around. The last time I saw him and he tried to thwart Ticketmaster AND scalpers we ended up in an area of Detroit that should have been called Beirut After-Dark. It was fucking scary, like honestly 'look over your shoulder and expect your car window to get smashed', scary.

It's called The Bell Jar.  If you watch the whole thing, you can see Meggo and I standing in the doorway for the whole thing. I'm in the green Antelope hoodie. 
 

Aloha,
Brad

This is awesome
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

That's because you hadnt. Your last Prince show was in Ottawa a few months later.
http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/prince/2011/scotiabank-place-ottawa-on-canada-33d130b5.html

Willie and KK are last of the Highwaymen I guess
Rest in peace, Merle- you'll always be a legend

I'd put Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton in the legends category. Merle is distinctly irreplaceable. RIP great man.

Tony Levin's "Stick Men" project, a trio featuring Tony Levin and Michael Bernier on Chapman Stick, and Pat Mastelotto on Drums, is going on tour and doing some Canadian dates:
Apr 27 / Cafe Campus / Montreal, QE
Apr 28 / Le Cercle / Quebec, QE
Apr 29 / Mavericks / Ottawa, ON
Apr 30 / Mod Club / Toronto, ON
May 1 / Dallas Night Club / Kitchener, ON
Aloha,
Brad

No one rocked the Chapman Stick as much as the guy from Blue Quarter.