Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon
Phoenix Concert Theatre, Toronto
July 11, 2008
by Live Music Head
Us and Them came spilling from my brothers mouth
between sips of lager
after he and his wife drove in from Mount Hope
to share a few organics in my yard, pre-show.
But I'm glad we didn't throw back more because
arriving at the green P across the street from the Phoenix,
we ran into a fiasco with the parking machine.
After trying and retrying,
the plastic just wouldn't work.
We went to the machine at the other end of the lot,
but experienced the same thing.
"If the machine doesn't work, it's free to park right?",
I asked the guy waiting his turn.
"Yea, he says, but let me try".
As he pushed his credit card in, he asked…
"What's going on at the Phoenix anyway?"
Without thinking I said, "Pink Floyd".
Well, you should've seen his face.
"Are you serious?
But there's no line-up!
Is this a surprise show like the Stones?!!"
Priceless.
I explained what Classic Albums Live is all about,
while the parking machine rejected his plastic also.
We needed coin, coin!
Thinking we may miss some of the show,
we walked anxiously to the nearest store
which was actually an Indian restaurant on the east side.
"We don't have change, only fives for your twenty".Doh!
We walked back to the club, got some coin there,
paid the bloody machine,
and found ourselves with drinks in hand
just as Leslea Keurvost screamed Speak to Me.
And it was thrilling!
The entire band was dead on,
but it was Keurvost we wanted more of.
Hearing her vocals on Great Gig in the Sky
was worth the price of admission alone.
Actually, when it comes to a CAL show at the Phoenix,
you can't get better value for
your twelve musical dollars anywhere.
Nowhere!
During On the Run I took notice of the keyboards,
and Lindsay Clark did an excellent job playing them.
Except for a snap, crackle and pop here and there,
the sound overall was darn good.
My brother took notice of guitarist Des Leahy,
and everyone was impressed with the percussionist
and his cleverly chosen toys played for Money.
And not only does Rob Phillips sing, play guitar, and bark well,
he can whistle too.
It certainly was in the right.
Driving home, from the front seat could be heard...
"But was it really Phillips laughing like the lunatic?"
Pulling into the driveway,
it appeared a transvestite had passed out
on the hill in front of the house.
A strange sight indeed,
with a bicycle haphazardly laying there beside
the colourfully dressed he-she.
"Isn't Pride Week over?"
Leaning over him-her for a shake and wake,
there was a slight stir,
and then he-she shot straight upward.
With one breast hanging out and a large nipple on display,
he-she adjusted the wig, and apologized.
"no worries", I said.
"But cycling up that hill ain't gonna be easy, so...
take your time, or stay here and rest, no rush."
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