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Aaah the Cranberries. These Irish rockers have had a piece of my heart since forever. Every few months I relapse into a Cranberries phase, listening to nothing but Cranberries for weeks on end. Screaming to the top of my lungs to “Promises”, “When You’re Gone” and the many other songs that Dolores O’Riordan flawlessly sings with her ridiculously lovable voice. It’s been seven years since they’ve done anything together. I love them. Love love love. I had to see them. One last time…
It sold out it minutes and alas I did not have a ticket. Craigslist and Kijiji tickets were going for three times the price! And people were buyin ‘em! Outside the venue, the normal scalpers (who I now know by name) sold all of theirs for $200 a piece! Shit! After being robbed of tickets because people who JUST ARRIVED decided to cut in line and gobble up the freed up tickets from the people who waited HOURS. People were crying, spirits were crushed, and emotions ran red because the management at L’Olympia ARE HORRIBLE. Saying it was sold out when it wasn’t. Releasing one ticket. Sold out. Then another. Sold out. Then two. Sold out. They sold them to people who WEREN’T EVEN IN LINE AND JUST GOT THERE. Finalement it was sold out. Calmez calmez…The show started and 15 minutes in, I tried my luck once more with a bouncer I recognize at most shows as being quite generous and hooooorah! He let us all in for free just in time for the start of “Dreaming Your Dreams”.
Videos, MP3s, and recap after the jump!
Amanda Blank. She keeps it dirty. Not like Fergie. She ain’t the Black Eyed Peas. She’s a trashy, postal bitch MC. Her rhymes are painful and fresh. Her pussy’s tastin’ the best. She’s a throw-down kind of bitch. She don’t play around. She cuts the fuck up and she knocks the fuck down.
Take it, take it, grab your man up like a thief.
Hate it, hate it, grab your bitches on a leash.
Shake it, shake it, break it like a dime piece.
Fake it, fake it, if that dick ain’t sweet.
She likes her ass sassy. She keeps her man happy. ‘Cos she rides like Kelly Bundy. Yo, she keeps that shit naaaaaaaaaasty.
Ugh, call her Miss. Nasty because I Love You is just fiiiiiiiiiiilth. Delicious, savory filth. Damn, she is dirty and I love it.
This is Torrini’s first North American tour and Montréal is her first date. OOOOOO we’re her firsts!!! Yippeee!!!! Artists from Iceland can do no wrong. I’ve tried to prove otherwise. I have since given up.
Who is this opener, Anya Marina? For once I go to an opener and I am so so pleased. A cute, blonde, and sassy Russian from Los Angeles whose voice feeds you into the euphoria that only blue cloudless skies atop of soft green grass and a nap can give. I would have been happy to have seen just her that night for the ticket ($20). Truly. Truly. But I get Emiliana too?!?!?
A truly glorious bill. Ah, finally. I am going to recap this wonderful show. After the jump!