[tragicallymike]

stephen.....that pigeon camera was awesome..i remember being in the second row screaming the words to gord while he was looking right at me. What a show.

Somerville, 7/26/02: every light in the place goes dead. Stage drenched in darkness. Someone must have tripped over the wrong plug. But the band keeps playing three songs, in total blackness.

Then, during Hundredth Meridian, someone hands Gord a penlight. Next thing, he lies down on the stage, light illuminating just his face, still singing: this egg-shaped, grimacing, shaven, sideways head, floating like an island in a sea of night.

It was actually a little disappointing when the lights came back up.

Myself and Casey were there for the last two nights, and I think I can speak for both of us and say: boy are we sorry we missed that!

Gord forgetting the words to Pigeon Camera and asking those of us up front for help is a nice Sommerville memory too...