Money For Nothing and
K and Alin the Pub

K: Pat’s Pub has always sounded like a
bar with promise to me. Good local
bands come here to rock, and Terminal

City’s John Cow raved about it in “Eye In
The Sky” back before it was chock full of
asterisks. But here we are on a Saturday
night, looking forward to finally seeing
They Shoot Horses, Don’t They, and it’s
announced that it’s last call! It is 11pm on
a weekend and they’re telling me the
show is over? They can’t be serious.

A: Seriously, Pat, why you gotta leave me
hangin’? So we just watched Shapes and
Sizes from Victoria. If you ask me they
have solid potential (’m sorry, I don’t
mean for that to sound condescending)

Your Chicks For Free

despite the heckling old man beside me
who intermittently raised his crotchety,
old voice, making comparisons to Mary

   

They Shoot Horses Don’t They?

Poppins and pleading for country rock.

K: It seems to me that potential is the
best possible word that any self-respect-
ing group could ask for. If a band has
surpassed having “potential,” then they
have nothing left to play for. So yes, I
would agree that Shapes and Sizes have
solid potential. Bands that pull out an
accordion, a trumpet, and a tuba for one
song will always get my vote. And now
they're being followed by They Shoot
Horses, Don’t They?, who possess such
an incredible amount of energy it seems

possible that the itsy-bitsy stage could
collapse.

A: Wow, this band makes me feel like a
mouthful of Poprocks and Corona,
while parade-marching through a New
Orleans graveyard with Fred Penner. If
they ever need to crowd the stage any-
more, I'll raise my hand.

K: Me too. I think it’s okay to be a
groupie if the band in question has a
sax—is that a form of instrumentalism?

A: Oh no, but perhaps I only say that to
justify the fact that the slightest glimpse
of a banjo makes me weak in the knees
(or at least weak in my judgments).

 

 

K: I heard that weak knees are a sign of
a strong heart. It’s some sort of feng shui
for the body or something. I don’t know
though, I could just be talkin’ shit. You
know, to be honest, I’ve always tried to
steer clear of big bands because it seems
too easy. If you throw a whole whack of
instruments onto one stage, it’s almost
guaranteed to impress. But They Shoot
Horses must have an impeccably keen
ear to incorporate the sounds of eight
people so smoothly.

A: I just mistakenly used a washroom
with an “Out of Order” sign on the
door. It seemed to work just fine, maybe
it’s just the regulars being tricky.
(Quoting the bathroom stall: “Birds are
mostly clumsy on land”...hmm.) As the
mural of Willie Nelson overlooks the
band, I must say that if they are shooting
horses, let the slaughter continue because
it sounds great (and P’ve never been a

pony girl anyway).

K: Pony girls are so bloody wholesome
that they freak me out worse than hippy
clowns. They Shoot Horses makes me
want to kick my shoes off and shake my
hands in the air, but Pat’s Pub is a bit of
a letdown for closing down at midnight.

A: Yeah, silly hippies, silly Pat. It’s a good
thing that I’m too broke to keep drinking
and too tired to keep cracking hippy
jokes. That’s all I’ve got. And as my
grandma still says every time I leave her
house, “Look both ways before you
cross the street.”

 

 

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