I first saw The Good Lovelies at the Folk Festival last summer, and was enchanted. They were even more enchanting last night. If you haven’t seen them before, they’re a trio of young women with gorgeous voices, beautiful harmonies, energy, stage presence, sparkling personalities, charm, an appealing and eclectic repertoire, and lots and lots of funny stories.
.We were in the front row (“the spit zone”). About two feet from The Good Lovelies. Close enough to read their set list, but too close for flash photographs.
Some of the highlights for me:
- Seeing the glockenspiel. My friend Bruce Campagna wrote me a letter about the glockenspiel when we were in grade two in Montreal and I was home with the chicken pox, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen one. It’s like a double xylophone in a little case.
- When the Good Lovelies sang Hallelujah as an encore. It had been stuck in my head since k.d. lang sang it at the Olympics, and I’d been watching various youtube renditions during the day, so it was my song of the day.
- When they told this freaky story of something they heard on the radio a couple of days ago, about a couple who was so madly in love (or perhaps just so mad) that they thought they should be one person instead of two. To that end, they started doing things to become even more like each other, including, for example, him getting breast implants. Then she died, but he continued to refer to himself as “we.”
- Cathy singing My Inflatable Man.
- Bob’s Stuart McLean imitation.
I’m going to a girls-only Valentines tea party this afternoon, and then I’m hoping to spend yet another romantic evening with GC, cooking and eating and drinking wine and watching the Olympics. Maybe we’ll even fire up the fireplace.
Since it’s Valentines Day, here’s a bit of scientific-romantic trivia for you: the reason candlelight and firelight are considered romantic is because they’re typically used in a semi-darkened room, which makes your pupils dilate, which mimics what happens naturally when you’re attracted to someone. So you’re both sending and receiving physiological cues that you’re attracted to each other. This all happens at a subconscious level of course. I imagine it could get subconsciously confusing if one person isn’t actually attracted to the other…but I suppose in that case, they’d probably already be consciously wondering why they’re doing something so overtly and symbolically romantic as having a candlelight dinner together in the first place.
As you can see Valentines Day is fraught with peril. Be careful out there.