We don’t know, but while only a few hundred fans of the Montreal collective can claim to have witnessed those now-history moments, a strong sense of nostalgia wafted across the jazz festival grounds to begin the evening.
Of course, BV3 hasn’t disappeared in the last 25 years. Far from there. Other albums have been released, other tours have taken place. We also saw the James Di Salvio tape FIJMin the 2000s as well as the Osheaga Festival in the 2010s, but no one will dispute that the record with the deer and bunny cover is their musical focal point.
The time machine kicked off at 9:30pm with an audio and visual appetizer that seemed out of time just before the performers arrived. Innate reflex of a culture journalist: when he walks on stage, you start counting the number of musicians accompanying the headliner or the accompanists of a certain group. Harder said than said with Bran Van 3000.
About 25 creators had participated in the creation of joy, a quarter of a century ago. If I remember correctly, a few months later there were almost as many – if not more – on the Spectrum stage. On Friday I counted 12 or 13 from the start, but others kept coming. Simplify: not far from twenty voices and instrumentalists marched on the boards.
And they felt like celebrating, as did the public, by the way. loadedtaken by disco (2001) hit hard from the start, with Sara Johnston at the helm. The repetition of the word
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The episode with Just like mefrom joy, covered in pretty brass where Johnston and James Di Salvio shared the vocal parts, was a little wobbly, as if the collective hadn’t regained its full cohesion yet. Since the mid-2010s, the group hasn’t exactly multiplied concerts, only one, last May. Despite this, we sensed the members’ shared joy and desire to get high.
Stéphane Moraille seriously down the rabbit hole with an explosive interpretation afrodisiac setting the powder on fire, Aretha Franklin type at her best.
Steve” liquid Hawley then came to add hip-hop to the menu with a tirade that set the table rain shineShe shared this time with James and Jayne Hill – who is now blonde. The spell worked perfectly. The whole first half hour will have been used to gradually (re)present the pillars of BV3 to the public.
And even one who wasn’t there at the beginning of the adventure.
The interpretation of to go shopping brought Kwanza Shelley to the fore who joined BV3 pink (2007). I had completely forgotten about the singer with the Sade features and Alicia Keys looks. Of course I missed the 2008 concert at Wilfrid-Pelletier’s, but not the 2011 concert at Osheaga’s. Memory sometimes plays tricks…
The crowd roared from the first notesAstonished – the bomb that opens disco – builds on the Legendary Further up by Curtis Mayfield. A round and powerful trombone solo, some balloons and the singing contest of Sara, Jayne, Stéphane and Kwanza swept through downtown Montreal like an irresistible wave that would engulf anyone.
After 40 minutes of such a diet, it was time to catch your breath. Sara Johnston made sure of that with the ballad rock star supported by an acoustic guitar and a string trio. Absolutely stunning.
Sara stayed at the train station for Call me (I’m near Medley) – a sort of reinterpretation of the Spinners classic – twice peppered with hip-hop rants from Di Salvio and liquid. Perhaps the most compelling example of the gender blending commonplace in BV3.
Friend James, in his Biggie t-shirt, clearly delighted with the reception, recalled some of BV3’s roots by providing a brief yet scathing excerpt Fight for your right (to celebrate!)the hymn to the feast of Beastie Boys. stand up and old school followed by mutual participation. We reviewed the BV3 with variable geometry according to the current requirements.
If Gracefulness naturally led to a spectacular sonic slap Drinking in LA which was the highlight of the evening. At least that’s the song everyone wanted to hear. With somewhat washed out pictures of the THE parading on the screens from yesterday, Stéphane Moraille and his colleagues have all pocketed. The success even became a song that had to be answered by thousands of viewers
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Moraille went on with Yes nowoffered here as a thank you to festival goers and stepchildwith Shelley as soloist, completed the 90 minutes under pyrotechnic effects.
So no couchsurfer? Serious? no A song, Perhaps the jazziest track in BV3’s repertoire? At the Montreal International Jazz Festival, that would be a good idea, wouldn’t it? no forest? Yes, I know Jean Leloup probably wasn’t available, but what would have stopped him from using his vocal soundtrack on stage? It would have been one hell of a tribute to what James Di Salvio believes was the catalyst for his group’s birth.
To be clear, this isn’t about sulking our pleasure or throwing the baby out with the bathwater. And of course the right to manage the repertoire rests with the artists. This performance by BV3 as a whole had enough to satisfy the group’s purists or those who saw them on stage for the first time.
But due to the official name on the FIJM program (Bran Van 3000: Celebrating 25th Anniversary: The Deer and the Rabbit), let’s say I expected a lot more from a concert that I focused on joy that a sharing kif-kif between the latter and discocoupled with a career overview.
No problem. The overflight in question was not far from exemplary. As for joywell, 25 years ago you probably had to be at Les Foufs or the Spectrum to enjoy it in its entirety…