The Barfly, Montreal- A place where people sit and drink for so long they begin to resemble muttering furniture. I used to go to Barfly years ago, when I was dating a chubby, hockey-loving pot-dealer. Beer was cheap and company was gritty.
I disappeared for 5 years on an extended tour. Playing hundreds of shows as a member of Trike, forgetting about Barfly and its indomitability.
On an adventure in Berlin, I met a Canadian with steady eye-contact and a vibrant stage presence named David. He asked Trike to perform at his events several times and we did. (His lover Iwona was always there, supporting the performers in spite of her pregnant belly.)
A couple weeks ago, David asked if I wanted to perform solo during his first Montreal event, to take place at Barfly.
I agreed despite the fear that quickly piled up around me. I practiced and practiced to keep the stage fright at bay. But it kept coming back.
Last night I went on stage alone for the first time, with new songs to play. Friends, family, my mom, strangers, Iwona with a bouncing baby on her lap all smiled at me from the dark room.
My first show couldn’t have gone better. I feel happy and inspired. The place was packed and the other acts were awesome. Even if future shows don’t go so well, the first show is very symbolic to me.
Thanks David, Iwona, Mel, Robert and everyone who came.