November 9, 2011
Last summer I went to probably one of the most emotionally turbulent shows I’ve ever been to. I found out (Megan) Washington was playing in TO just HOURS before the actual show. I was excited to the max. I remember walking down Kensington Market, at dusk, coming back from dance classes. It was humid and I was having a conversation with V. through bbm. Everything felt so vivid and fulfilling and at this point the warmth and brightness of the summer weather was not only surrounding me but also going right through me. The show started and before playing the 3rd song, she bitterly recounted a fallout she had with Rufus Wainwright, who she was also obsessed with (artistically I guess…hope). She went on to perform a cover version of “Want”. There was a huge TV screen and an important hockey game was on. The place was half a restaurant so some people were chatting and enjoying their fajitas and potato skins. There were about 100 people in the venue. About 20 were somewhat paying attention to the show. About 12 were really paying attention. I could barely hold back my tears through most of the songs. On the stage was just her, her rawness and her keyboard. For the first time EVER I felt compelled to say hello to a musician after the show. I didn’t do it in the end, mainly ‘cause that’s how strictly I stand by my “ain’t got shit to say to him/her” policy. But her music, her words - just like the summer breeze earlier that day - went right through me, filling every corner and shaking every fiber.

Last summer I went to probably one of the most emotionally turbulent shows I’ve ever been to. I found out (Megan) Washington was playing in TO just HOURS before the actual show. I was excited to the max.

I remember walking down Kensington Market, at dusk, coming back from dance classes. It was humid and I was having a conversation with V. through bbm. Everything felt so vivid and fulfilling and at this point the warmth and brightness of the summer weather was not only surrounding me but also going right through me.

The show started and before playing the 3rd song, she bitterly recounted a fallout she had with Rufus Wainwright, who she was also obsessed with (artistically I guess…hope). She went on to perform a cover version of “Want”.

There was a huge TV screen and an important hockey game was on. The place was half a restaurant so some people were chatting and enjoying their fajitas and potato skins.

There were about 100 people in the venue. About 20 were somewhat paying attention to the show. About 12 were really paying attention. I could barely hold back my tears through most of the songs. On the stage was just her, her rawness and her keyboard.

For the first time EVER I felt compelled to say hello to a musician after the show. I didn’t do it in the end, mainly ‘cause that’s how strictly I stand by my “ain’t got shit to say to him/her” policy. But her music, her words - just like the summer breeze earlier that day - went right through me, filling every corner and shaking every fiber.

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