Sunday, June 24, 2007

Francey That!

The girls were gone, so my buddy George and I had a man-date to see David Francey. First I went to his place with some nice things to drink. He made supper and we watched TV. (Flight of the Conchords - hilarious).

Then we walked down to the concert at Alderney landing together. But we did not hold hands.

OK, enough with the fluff. The concert was excellent. Francey played many of this old faves, and served up several of the excellent songs from his new album. The show, at the theatre style Alderney Gate was promoted by the Keltic Corner Pub, across the street on Alderney Drive (and one of the best pubs in Nova Scotia right now - Propeller Porter on tap). The say, or at least co-owner Geoff MacLatchey said, that they plan on doing more larger venue shows when the performer warrants it. Good on them. Maybe some day someone will actually move to downtown Dartmouth! OK, sorry George, someone important.... I mean someone of ... OK, more people, then.

Francey's in-between-songs patter was great, as usual, and made the songs more personal and meaningful. His fascination with Great Lakes lakers was interesting, and how he managed to achieve a "dream" of touring on one was fun to hear. Then hearing the songs he got from the trip became a workshop in song writing.

Afterwards, we ventured over to the Keltic Corner pub, and found it rocking away to some Irish Band, full of an all ages crowd just getting in on! A few people from the show did come over, and Francey sold some CD's (one to me, in fact) and signed various parts of people's bodies etc.

David Francey remains one of the most transparently likable singer/songwriters in folk music. He really enjoys what he is doing, and hearing how a crowd receives his work. If you don't know his music, and you love songs that seem to have fallen together in perfect rhythm while still evoking real emotion, give him a listen.

Here is my favourite Francey line, about that first crush in high school:

When you hear a sound like broken glass
That's my heart every time that girl walks past
When you hear a sound like the rush of wind
It's just me catching my breath again.

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