Long-time friend of The Raving Poets, Brendan McLeod, returns to Edmonton on Wednesday, March 14, 2007. Last time he was here he blew the doors off the Edmonton Art Gallery at the Roar finale. This time around he’s bringing his band, The Fugitives. These guys are the real poetic deal, and you’d be a fool to miss them. The show is brought to you by Edmonton’s premier purveyors of spoken-word awesomeness, The Raving Poets (full event details below). If you’re into it, an eight-reader open mic will start the show. Get there by 7:55pm to have a chance at getting on the open mic. $5.00 door charge in effect.
The Fugitives are a troupe of four high energy storytellers, multi-instrumentalist musicians, singer/songwriters, and award winning poets. They run the gamut from comedic to hard-hitting, insightful spoken word, and combine it with adventurous song structures performed on piano, accordion, guitar, banjo, melodica and harmonica. Combining four fresh, diverse voices into one eclectic sound, The Fugitives are a group of road dogs that toured Europe four times, as well as a tour of Canada.
The Fugitives are:
Trust us, you don’t want to miss these guys. They rock harder than twelve hurricanes.
The Raving Poets Present
The Fugitives featuring Brendan McLeod
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Yianni’s Taverna, Kasbar Lounge
10444 – 82 Avenue, Edmonton.
7:30, show 8:00.
$5.00 DOOR CHARGE IN EFFECT
8 reader open mic before the show.
StreetRag is an urban weblog and podcast about the city of Edmonton, which is located in the province of Alberta, Canada. It is authored by Edmonton-based writer, web advocate, and poet Michael Gravel and is updated frequently with written urban vignettes, amateurish photographs, deuteronomous audio material, barely coherent musings and rambling ecumenical treatises. StreetRag is a love letter to a lonely prairie burg struggling with its big city ambitions and small-town feel.
The city is Edmonton. It's a subject, not a passion. E-Town is almost universally derided by outsiders as an unlivable tundra wasteland populated by oil-hungry redneck conservatives who despise the arts. All of that is true. But it's not the whole story. There is beauty here. Dusty snowfalls. Brilliant summers. A stunning river valley. A diverse arts community that flourishes. It's a place that inspires a gray relationship - not all good, not all shitty. For that reason alone it is lovable, for what is life but a grayscale?