'that was the most hail I've ever seen....and you just stood there in the hail....'
Some would say that 1995's Saturday Night Live broadcast was The Hip's finest hour. Others insist it was easily Woodstock 99 from Rome, New York.
I've seen shows on both sides of the border, initmate club dates, various soundchecks, awesome theatre performances, large arena gigs, a concert on a wooden pier, shows in my hometown, and screamed from rooftops alongside thousands. Yesterday's short 8-song set in Washington was far and away The Tragically Hip's finest hour - I was convinced of this not three minutes into 'Grace, Too'.
Many will quickly deny my assertion and list other important dates in Hipstory. Yes, I haven't attended those performances and I'm forgetting the praise they may deserve. In the same breath, many weren't there yesterday and for those I consider my closest commrades in Hip-land, I am lamenting the fact you weren't. A day later I'm still speechless, concentrating on retaining as many memories as possible. This was my 27th show - I've
never been this amazed by this band.
Saturday May 27, 2006 at The Gorge Amphitheatre was this band's finest hour and I'll maintain that until I leave this life - if a better show happens, I pray the Good Lord keeps me around to see it.
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Arriving a couple hours in advance, the sun was almost unbearable as Iron & Wine played on the main stage. After going to the floor for a better view, Neko Case started their set - The Boys were less than an hour away. If you look at
this photo, the sky was blue and wide-open.
During Neko's second song, rain started to fall - we thought it would soon pass and kept our place in front of the soundboard. Then it happened - absolutely the worst hailstorm I've ever seen or been stuck in. I grew up with 15 feet of snow every winter and -40 degree walks to school, but I've never seen hail like this. For 15 minutes, hail as big as dimes pelted our backs, our ears, and our eyes. The stage looked like a set from a Christmas movie. Festival crew used brooms, shovels, and sticks with towels taped on the end to clean off the stage. Roadies scurried around, covering the gear, removing amps & their wiring while most of the performers retreated to their trailers. Billy Ray was ahead of the game and spent some time filming the crowds below that huddled under blankets & tarps. The intoxicated took it in stride and made their own fun. Some tried hiding under the soundboard but had to leave quickly. The prepared rode it all out. Sarah, Adrian & I found a Hipster with a tarp for protection after getting bombarded initially - Adrian later compared the force of the hail to being hit with a BB-gun. I didn't disagree at all.
This photo shows the six-inch piles of hail that formed on top of the Cliffhouse concession stand.
For safety's sake, Neko's set was scapped and after close to 90 minutes, The Hip took center stage and blew everybody's socks off. It was a given that Gord would likely rant endlessly about the weather and the day, which he did. The sound was top-notch and The Boys were as 'on' as I've ever heard or seen.
New & old fans walked away fully & completely impressed. For all the promotion stints down south over the years and all the performances, The Hip made as much headway with this show capturing new fans, if not the most headway yet. Comments from attendees as we walked away from the stage started at positive and topped out at visible awe, like a revelation hit them in the head. It was very satisfying to this Hipster in particular.
Gord dedicated the set to Neko Case as he walked off the stage. Ben Harper finished the night with a late two-hour set. Lots were there to see The Shins & The Flaming Lips.
I can safely say that the talk of the day on everyboy's lips was two-fold - the hailstorm & The Tragically Hip. I'll never forget this show. I can almost say my love with this band is 'complete'.