I attended a relatively sparse Montreal Film Group party Monday night at B-Side on St. Laurent. The bar’s walls are decorated with albums displayed as art: London Calling; Boys Don’t Cry; etc. The music that played was quite acceptable to me.
I met a few interesting people. I had a long talk with he president of an animation studio. I didn’t know it at the time, but he had worked with DUBB – I saw a clip of the aborted attempt at a video for the band on his company’s Web site.
At one point, I was talking with Steve, another writer, and my former student Juliana and her friend Dina. Allow me to paraphrase….
Steve: Did you see all the albums on the wall? I recognize all of them but some band called the Cure.
Webs: You’ve never heard of the Cure? Seriously?
Steve: No. Who are they? Should I have heard of them?
Webs: How old are you?
Webs: You should have heard of them. “Just Like Heaven”, “Inbetween Days”, “Friday I’m in Love”?
(Steve has a blank look.)
Dina: “Boys Don’t Cry”, “Close to Me”, “Lovecats”?
(Webs cocks an eye at Dina.)
Webs: Pardon the question, but how old are you?
Webs: You used to go to Thunderdome, didn’t you?
We’re everywhere. Sniff deeply, and you can probably still smell the Black Label.
Somebody with more guts and better French than me really ought to open up a Retrodome.