Not only was Mono fantastic, but there was also a band from Qu�bec called Fly Pan Am, whose music is sort of hard to describe. Experimental . . . a little out there, but also one of the most electrifying shows ever. The encore was great. The crowd was so wild for them afterwards that, although the band had started to disassemble their gear, the drummer picked up one of his drums and started hitting it with his hand. There began an incredible semi-unplugged song that seemed to develop organically, each musician plucking this, tweaking that, breathing, coughing, moaning into the microphones. It should have been a cacophony, but instead it was visceral and thrilling. It almost had the energy of a drum circle with electric guitars and alcohol to mix things up a little. The energy was so incredible, one of the musicians passed the microphone into the audience where people picked up the rhythym and continued with it. Then one of the guitarists passed his guitar into the audience, and the song continued seamlessly, with a handful of audience members jumping on stage and rocking out in amongst the band members. It was like we had all participated in making this wild musical stew.

Realizing that the last two groups were so fantastic, it's too bad we missed the first band, No Hands. Especially when the guy who put together their album went to my high school. Actually, he's in a band too, but they weren't playing tonight. I wonder if he'd remember me, or just be like, "Uh, do I know you?". One of these days I'll get around to saying hi. Maybe.