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Montreal: Day 2

21 August 2007, 08:45 | News-Updates,

Second Day: Daft Punk
I’ve been wanting to go to an art museum, any art museum, all summer. So I thought that this was a perfect opportunity to do just that. We walked to the Montreal Fine Arts Museum. It was really cool, they had a gallery of products from the 1950’s that had that “streamlined” design. Neat.

That night, I prepared for the concert. This consisted of strapping the camera to my leg. We walked down to the Bell Center (which was a 5 minute walk from our hotels.) We were there really early, and since we had reserved seats, we decided to walk from the Bell Center to the club where the after party would be held that night. It was quite a bit further than we thought, but we found the venue and walked back.

We walked to our gate, and went through. The person standing there checked our tickets and told us “first one down, seats 1 and 2.” We walk one row down from the entrance, and sit down. The seats are decent, we’re close enough to see Daft Punk, but far enough away to see the bad ass light show that they have become known for.

A little while later, some girls come down, along with the guy who checked our tickets.
“You’re in these girls spot” He says
“I don’t think so, you said go one down, seats 1 and 2.” I reply
“No, no, no. Your in the first row. Down there.” He points down to floor level.

The seats have now gone from from decent to great. We are floor level, but were about a foot above the people on the floor, and we still get the benefit of having seats. Tight.

Were sitting around, checking out the stadium. It’s very similar to the MTS center back home. Looking around at the power ring (the strip of LED’s that circles around the whole stadium.) I start thinking about my new job, and how awesome it’s going to be.

All of a sudden, Kravinsky and SebastiAn start spinning a set, which is sweet. They are both great DJs, and it was entertaining until The Rapture started. I can’t really say anything about The Rapture, they were good, but I would hate to be them. You know anything you do on stage is going to be trumped, because of Daft Punk.

It was during this time that I realized I was sitting right by a security guard. Since we were floor level, there was a floor entrance right beside us, checking peoples tickets as they went on to the floor. Our row of seats consisted of Myself, Iain, and a group of three other people, a girl, and two guys, who apparently wanted to be out on the floor more than sitting in a seat. The girl went first, waiting for the guard to be distracted, and then hopped over the boards to the floor. Her boyfriend went next. The last guy looked nervous about jumping over. I decided to cut this guy a break, and told him to wait until I distracted the guard to jump. I walked over to the guard and asked him if my ticket would let me get onto the floor. Apparently he jumped very quickly and joined his friends on the floor. This let us take there seats, which were even closer to the stage. Our tickets had now gone from great to awesome.

After they rapture had played their set, Kravinsky and SebastiSn started spinning again, and this time were joined with Busy P. They played for about 15 min, enough time for the smoke machines on the main stage to fill the stadium up with a nice fog. Then. It happened. The lights went out, the curtain opened. And then: Daft Punk. The best live performance I have ever seen. I’m glad I could take pictures, which I’m currently building a site gallery to hold. Along with the video clips I got with the camera as well.

After the concert, we walked to the venue. Again, we were faced with something very unfamiliar to us: the bar line.

Back home, I rarely, if ever, go out to Winnipeg’s clubs and bars. Mostley because I hate them. They consist of stupid, vapid whores and insecure, retarded assholes, all there for two things: to hook up with each other and piss me off. I have little interest in those people, so I stay far away from clubs, and the lines that form outside of them.

This was not Winnipeg, however. This was not a Winnipeg bar, and it was completely worth the 45 minute wait.

I didn’t see a single thug, it was great. I’m also fairly certain that I saw a certain duo without their robot costumes on. They were dancing on stage for a little bit in the background. I’m an idiot for not getting a picture.

We ended the night at 2, and walked back to the hotel, practically deaf in both ears.