Yes, you have read correctly mon ami, I pinched a celebrity. Let me explain.
At about 5:30 in the evening of January the 23rd, 2010, I was sitting in the study room of my dormitory located in downtown Montréal. I was studying none other than the belle langue of français. Unfortunately the topic of my studies was la grammaire. Grammar, though, has never been something dear to my heart. I may even dare to admit to you that I actually do not like grammar in the least. Speaking? Love everything about that to pieces. Writing? Spelling? Conjugating? Mesdames at messieurs, mais non!
In the midst of my er working very very hard on my grammar, I decided it was necessary to call one of mes amies to discuss strictly educational things. I was soon told that my friends were waiting outside a theatre hall for a Switchfoot concert. Ben Alors, my goodness gracious, did my grammar workbook slam itself so quick and shove itself into my bag so fast that you would have wondered if it was ever there.
According to inside sources, there was one ticket left for me being held by a kind dude at Le Studio Juste Pour Rire, where the concert was being held. BUT! I had fifteen minutes before the doors opened and if I did not get my little self over there in essentially the next ten minutes, he was going to sell the ticket to another willing buyer. When I tell you I ran, I RAN.
My coat was flapping crazily around me as I jetted it over four blocks of Montréal terrain and whipped past disgruntled passers-by. But, guess who made it and got that little biddie ticket? C'est moi!!!
Switchfoot was CRAZY. They played their entire new album and a bunch of their older stuff. The crowd was so intense, so packed in, so kooky crazy, that everything felt electric! Or actually that was most likely just just the numerous elbows thrown into my face (their elbow level=my eye level=ouchie) but still INTENSE!
At one point all these these french boys kept yelling about something and pointing to their friend, during one of the heaviest craziest songs. They were making such a fuss about it that finally the lead singer stopped and looked over. These kids wanted their buddy to get on stage and play. During the biggest song, of the biggest, most well known guitar solos in this band's history, this kid wanted to get up on stage and play.
So up he went. The kid got onto that stage, was given the lead singer's guitar and NAILED IT. Wow, if I could describe the sound, sight and feeling of the entire room, as he played...it was nuts. Nuts!! It was awesome and I think I can speak for whole the crowd when I say we all felt a bit of pride seeing one of our own, a lowly commoner, get up on stage and totally rock out lead guitar! C'était super!!!!!!!
After random bouts of jumping down and walking through the crowd (it was here I got in my pinch. I didn't mean to-I just kind of tried to give the lead singer a congratulatory pat on the back that turned into a semi-pinch), crowd surfing, throwing drumsticks, hats, towels and other articles into the crowd, and two encores, that Switchfoot finally said goodnight. And wow, what a night it was. J'aime Switchfoot!
I must confess I was squished half the time because of my vertically challenged stature (although it makes for good sneaking up to the front of the crowd!) and could not get quality pictures. Mais, here are some snaps that capture a crazy night in a crazy city nonetheless.
I have videos from the concert but, unfortunately, I cannot post them. You see, at the time, it seems I thought singing at the top of my lungs would make for the perfect addition to EVERY song, and, alas, nothing can be heard but something of a high pitched little scream throughout all of my videos. I do think I drowned out the entire band with my biddie voice. Anyways, BONNE SEMAINE!
be blessed mes amis!