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I have lived in Vancouver's Downtown Eastside and travelled solo through the Middle East, but for some reason, since moving to Montreal four years ago, I have been terrified to set foot in les Foufounes Électriques. I didn't even know it was called Foufounes until the night of the show. I always just thought of it as "that place on St. Catherine's that seems like it's seen a lot of knife fights." That's probably not fair. If you have never been to Foufounes it's actually pretty impressive on the inside, meaning huge. It has that sickly sweet bar smell and gives off an air of stickiness.

Dance Laury Dance is energetic heavy metal and rock 'n' roll that is sorely missed these days, and the punch I received to the neck in their mosh pit goes to show their fan-base is always down to party. Dance Laury Dance took the stage at Petit Campus March 22nd with fellow Quebec band Aly (or so their album states, though their Facebook page will tell you it's "Aly The Band") and Montrealers Barrel Proof.

Upon entering the Théâtre Corona, I had no idea that my ticket of admission also doubled as a one-way train ticket to an elevated state of mind. Before the show, I was stressed about the school year coming to an end, and all of the exams and final papers piling up made me question whether or not going to a concert in the midst of the mayhem would serve me any good.

Nonetheless, Cut Copy and Jessy Lanza obliterated my self-doubt. They conducted a fast-paced joy ride, which allowed me to travel from a dark and troubled mind to a land of care free-joy.

I had an embarrassing moment a couple of weeks ago. My buddy sent me an excited message that Snarky Puppy was coming to Montreal, and I had never heard of them. Knowing that this friend usually shares my taste in music, it definitely merited investigation. A few YouTube videos later, I was completely hooked. Snarky Puppy turned out to be right up my alley: the perfect mix of funk, soul, hip-hop, and jazz. I knew this was not a concert to be missed.