Last night staff, fans, industry and friends of The Shoe gathered for unlimited 50, commemorative beer steins and a subtle reminder that it isn’t the corporate sponsors, or the H&M down the street or the new café on the corner that keep Queen West from going belly under in a trend filtered, buzz induced, culture coma. photo by Phil Ogynist
It’s venues like The Shoe that have served up year after year fine musical dining. From the Rolling Stones to The Tragically Hip and every indie buzz band in between.
Let’s paint a picture of what you little people missed Thursday night shall we?
Imagine your high school prom but done up by someone NOT your grandmother. Endearing in design the Shoe was swathed in red and gold with balloons smothering every inch of ceiling. Our lovely Daria is doing the door and greets everyone warmly. There’s a STACK of commemorative 60th Anniversary beer steins for each guest to take home with them [I took 2 – not gonna lie]. There’s unlimited 50 on tap AND in the BOTTLE. [Draft = no good. Always.] Food trays are circling shrimp and sushi heaven and top it all off – miracle of ALL miracles...there’s friggin coat check.
Next up Greg Keeler of – wait for it – BLUE RODEO jumps on stage and launches straight into a kinks cover that has the dance floor writhing with bodies packed at the front of the stage. The man has class and panache all wrapped in a fine tuned package of pitch perfect vocals. To go from dancing in the basement to Casino when I was a kid to standing at The Shoe..2 feet away from an influential part of my youth is surreal to me. Thank you Greg.
“That night in
After a quick break of nicotine satisfaction and a quick pit stop at the bar, I’m steady balancing 2 pints and 3 bottles while winding my way to the front where I’ve scored what will turn out to be the best seats in the house when Gord Downie of The Tragically Hip makes a surprise appearance.
Have I mentioned yet that one of the best things about The Shoe is its bar staff. If a venue plans to stick around for longer than leg warmers and teased hair it has to have more than a sound system and great beer on tap. It needs a staff that can make you feel at home and tell you to fuck off in one breath. It’s kinda like Cheers but without the cheesy show tune them song and brutal décor.
The last act to hit the stage is The Waco Brothers – a definite favourite off Jeff Cohen. Closing the night with humour and timeless guitar riffs is what The Waco’s do best and Thursday was no exception. Thank you boys – for pumping us up just to walk off stage leaving us hungry for more.