A long time ago, my brother invited me to come to Ottawa to see one of my favourite bands (Sloan), with him and a bunch of friends. I was excited to see Sloan again, and it was the first time seeing them in a venue where I didn't know most of the other folks in the audience (I had seen them play here in Kingston, a lot).
I had no idea until we got to the show, how much Sloan's popularity had exploded with the release of "one chord to another" and the place was packed to the rafters, with kids. Their nervous looking parents hung around the edge of the room while the kids all pushed together in front of the stage. Susie and I were up front at the beginning of the show and eventually, the crowd started to crush forward. She and I being adults, I think felt like we needed to protect the kids around us but eventually, the crush was too strong and I fell over. First and last time that happened. I crawled out of the throng of people, trying to keep from losing my glasses.
From the sidelines, I watched the rest of the show. It was a weird moment and it's stayed with me. I am thinking that had to have been the winter of 1997. Feels like it was a really long time ago and just a few months ago at the same time. Time is funny like that.
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