Well, that’s that.
My lovely wife and I sat here and streamed the Tragically Hip’s final show on the CBC’s free broadcast. It was a rollercoaster, it was a blast, it was love.
Sure, Gord mucked up a couple of times, and sure, there were sound issues, and the camera was looking for cute girls in the crowd when it should have been on the stage for big moments. Gord even took a moment to rant politically and endorse our Prime Minister, which I could’ve maybe left out but, hey, it was a Hip concert. Warts and all.
And what a show! Three encores. My word. Have a look at the setlist, and then I’ll continue:
Courage (for Hugh MacLennan)
At the Hundredth Meridian
In a World Possessed by the Human Mind
Tired as Fuck
Intermission (Thunder storm visuals & effects)
My Music at Work
Twist My Arm
Little Bones (Extended outro)
The Last of the Unplucked Gems (Extended intro without Gord Downie)
New Orleans Is Sinking
Boots or Hearts
Blow at High Dough
Locked in the Trunk of a Car
Ahead by a Century
Truly, a beautiful set. A highlight for me was Fiddler’s Green. I used to sing that for my son when he was a baby, to get him to sleep. It felt like home.
So now we have to look at our lives (potentially) going forward without more Hip music. It’s a weird thought. All of the build up has led to this, a moment we knew was coming but didn’t quite grasp as real. They’ve always been there. The decades of solid records, stellar shows, and just being true gentlemen artists as we all know they’ve been. Their legacy is intact. Indelible.
Thank you, Tragically Hip. I’m still listening.
You’ve shown us the way. Now we live it for ourselves.