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Reminders for life at Magi Merlin’s home show at Casa Del Popolo

“It’s okay to take a minute, if you need one,” Montreal’s RnB popstar Magi Merlin tells us, “this is a reminder for life”, but a minute is not what at all what Magi (pronounced Mahd-j-eye) is taking. The single Spicekick came out on April 1st (not a joke), officially announcing her second album, POWER HOUSE, to be released this July. “It’s going to be weirder,” she told me, more like herself, but if the two singles spell out any future, it’ll be a hard-hitting pop record with producer Funkwhat’s iconic neo-soul beats plastered up on a wall of distortion and critical analysis of society and culture. “It’s about community and being a human being,” she told the crowd at her Casa Del Popolo show, telling us that she solemnly believes we can change the world, together, starting here. It feels easy to believe her, to get wrapped up in the good vibe she and her fans created, or family, rather, as she chose to refer to us as. 

    Magi Merlin’s music is the type of RnB-rap-pop fusion that, even in your most sober state, you cannot help but dance sexily to your own reflection, or gracefully stomp down the street to the swanky bass, pretending you’re in a music video. Not only is the music phenomenal, but the lyrics will wrap you up in a sociological bird's eye view of the crossroads of race, sex, fame, money, and power. I mean, what other popstar uses words like ‘modicum’ in the chorus?

    It was the end of an overcast so-called spring day when Mile End’s finest slogged through the rain to a sold-out home show for Montreal’s most underrated popstar with a stacked lineup of locals. In Casa’s back room, Magi had worked her curatorial magic, her promo photos plastered on the walls and an altar set up on the stage. Candles burning under a painting of Magi were framed by white tulle and black balloons; the opening DJ Nkusi held a Rwandan jersey under his laptop as he spun classic RnB, rap, and club pop to warm us up, along with customized intros for each opener. Iconic rapper and friend of the station, Fraud Perry, came on first, with a Rico Nasty style punk trap and a proclaimed asexual baddie, she gave us a short and sweet set of navigating being a person with a body out in the world and hyped us up for more. Jashim followed up, a high-intensity Franco rapper with a healthy soak of autotune and an aura of swag. They slammed us with energy a bit too hard cause halfway through their second song, the DJ’s laptop went flying, abruptly stopping the music. For a split second, there was silence and a brief moment of panic, but Jashim’s autotuned “oh nooo" brought the vibe back, and we all laughed as they rescued the laptop. Belí brought us to the headliner, an emblematic francophone Charli XCX with even more vocal modulation. Finally, we were ready and aptly prepared. 

    Magi Merlin’s performance was everything and then some. She played us new music, old music, unreleased music with playful bits and heartwarming moments between songs. Magi repeatedly called us her family. Many people here seemed to be longtime fans and friends of hers. I felt really lucky to be a part of this energy of interaction between all of us. There was a water bottle passed between band members. When it needed to be refilled, it got passed through the crowd to the bar and back again, like we were all family. Halfway through her set, she invited a cowboy-hatted saxophonist to lead a Texas-style auction, not in the name of capitalism, but in the name of Transgender Day of Visibility, all the proceeds donated to a trans rights organization in India in the face of newly regressive laws. What was to be auctioned? Well, a weird little dog, of course. This life-sized sculpture was made as part of Magi’s ‘Weird Little Dog’ 2025 EP. This dog and its sister travelled across North America on tour last year, and although its sister “imploded upon return to Quebec,” this one was perfect. People eagerly raised their hands in the Texan auction style, getting so caught up in the MC's encouragement that they were raising their own bids. The lucky winner paraded the dog up above the crowd while dancing for the rest of the set, amidst stacks of $100 Magi Merlin bills flying from the stage. 

What I admire most about Magi is that she wears her values on her chest. While I was catching up with her after the show, our conversation got briefly interrupted by someone asking how much the singles LPs were on the merch table, “they’re free!” she told them, even reaching over to hand a second copy to the inquirer’s friend. Magi ended the set with a full participation “Fuck The System” chant and a viewing of her then-to-be-released music video for her new single, Spicekick. It was baller, it was beautiful, it was heartwarming; the music was fantastic, and the curation phenomenal. I eagerly encourage all music appreciators to give Magi a listen. 

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20 Years of The Devil Wears Prada

20 years since its release, David Frankel’s The Devil Wears Prada endures as one of the greatest chick flicks of all time. The film follows Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), a Northwestern University graduate with dreams of working as a serious journalist for an outlet like The New Yorker. She is perfectly unsuited to work as an assistant to Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep), the formidable and elusive editor-in-chief of Runway, the world’s most distinguished fashion magazine, which is precisely the job she gets hired for. At first, Andy sanctimoniously scoffs at Runway’s high-stakes environment, but over the course of the film, we see her work (and her boss) envelop every aspect of her life. The Devil Wears Prada is adapted from Lauren Weisberger’s roman-à-clef of the same name, which documents her year working as an assistant to Anna Wintour at Vogue—erm, I mean assistant to Miranda Priestly at Runway. While Weisberger’s book self-righteously flattens Priestley and the fashion world into caricatures of frivolity, Aline Brosh McKenna’s screenplay presents a funny, nuanced, and thrilling narrative that refuses to denigrate its characters or subject matter. 

The film insists that audiences understand why characters like Miranda (played by Streep with icy restraint and precision), Emily (the obsessive and brusque first assistant to Miranda, played by Emily Blunt), and Nigel (the devoted creative director of Runway played by Stanley Tucci) sacrifice any stability or semblance of personal lives in order to work in fashion, and more specifically at Runway. When Nigel asks Andy, “Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century?” he is asking us that same question; when Nigel explains to Andy that Runway was a “shining beacon of hope” for young boys like himself, he is explaining that to us as well. Sure, The Devil Wears Prada has elements of satire, but the film ensures audiences realize that for many people, the stakes are that serious.

The film’s reverence for fashion is additionally evident in its impeccable costuming. Designer Patricia Field has spoken in interviews about how difficult sourcing clothes for the film was, since designers were terrified of Anna Wintour’s wrath. Her persistent efforts paid off, as the wardrobe she created enhances each character’s identity: Emily’s outfits accentuate her blunt edginess, while Miranda’s outfits convey her domineering impenetrability. The Rick Owens pieces worn in the film are permanently etched in my mind’s eye. 

The Devil Wears Prada 2 is set for release in just under a month, and I must admit that based on its trailers, I am feeling rather cynical about this sequel. Jokes about Miranda Priestly attempting to navigate political correctness don’t seem all that exciting, and the costumes look plain tacky, which is a major deficiency for a film about the fashion industry.  Regardless, one thing I have learned is that if you enter sequels with dubious expectations, you either get pleasantly surprised or you get to gloat about being correct in your assumptions—both enjoyable outcomes, if you ask me. So come May 1, I will be seated no matter what. 

Montrealers protest war in the middle east

Hundreds of Montreal activists gathered otuside of the US consulate downtown on Wednesday, April 8th, to protest America and Israel's war with Iran, as well as attacks in Lebanon and Gaza.

The protest, organized by the Iranian Canadian Congress, was organized shortly after President Donald Trumps remarks that "a whole civilization [would] die" if the US terms were not met by Iran. However, a US-Iran ceasefire deal had been annoucned shortly before the protest began.

CJLO reporter Zach Jutras was on the gorund at the protest and spoke with the Iranian Canadian Council for reactions on the cease-fire, and Canada's careful rhetoric around the war in Iran. Listen here.

Growing communities through gardening

Scattered around Montreal, there are inconspicuous plots of land, which serve as the planting grounds for community, connection with nature, and everything in between. 

Community gardens are designated spaces where members are responsible for cultivating, maintaining, and harvesting their own plots. These gardens are spread throughout the city, but their locations reveal an uneven distribution across boroughs, reflecting the specific needs and priorities of residents within each community. 

Mapping these gardens allows for a broader understanding of how invested each borough is in community gardens and the demographic factors that may influence these patterns.

According to data from the City of Montreal, there are 108 registered community gardens on the island. Boroughs like Ville-Marie and Mercier–Hochelaga-Maisonneuve contain the most, with 14 gardens each, while some boroughs have fewer than 5 gardens.

Helena Arroyo has been the coordinator of the community garden program for the Mercier-Hochlaga-Maisonneuve area for three summers. Having started university in biology, finishing in geography, Arroyo says she has always had “a passion for all things nature, plants, animals, and environment.”

According to Arroyo, community gardens are not only an opportunity for residents to have at least one activity related to nature in a city, but are also a source of locally grown fresh food. 

“You can have food, which is a big point now that everything is getting so expensive,” says Arroyo. 

However, being part of a community garden requires a significant time commitment. Gardeners may need to visit their plots several times a day, which is not always easy to manage alongside other priorities. Arroyo explains that, as a result, many community gardeners are retired.

In addition to being time-consuming, obtaining a community garden plot can be difficult. Many gardens have waiting lists, and depending on the location, it can take years to be assigned a plot. Gardens are usually managed by an elected committee, which collects funds for various collective projects. This means that holding a garden plot involves not only individual effort and expenses but also a shared investment in the community.

There are also what Arroyo calls the “biological problems;” all types of insects, disease, problems with the soil, and climate variations. 

“You have to learn about each plant, what they need, and what's happening,” says Arroyo. 

Community gardens across the island are shaped by both the people who use them and the spaces available in each borough. While the total number of gardens in a neighbourhood can suggest how accessible they are, the narrative changes when population size is taken into account.

Although Anjou has only seven community gardens, its smaller population of about 44,800 residents gives residents greater access to gardens per capita than many larger boroughs, with 15.6 gardens per 100,000 residents. By comparison, Mercier-Hochelaga-Maisonneuve, the city’s second most populated borough, has just 9.1 gardens per 100,000 residents, despite having the most gardens in total.

Jonathan De Luca, a gardener at the Villeray community garden and a Montreal podcaster, suggests that boroughs with fewer community gardens often reflect a population that has greater access to private green spaces, such as personal yards.

“In LaSalle and in Dorval, people have more access to their own green space, like their own lawns,” says De Luca.
However, the uneven distribution of gardens may not reflect demand alone. It can also be shaped by where land is available. According to De Luca, the city is generally not inclined to purchase land specifically to create community gardens, but will often convert underused spaces when the land becomes available.

“They will gladly convert some sub- optimal land into a community garden because it's not necessarily a cost for them” he says.

De Luca co-hosts the “Plant Sluts” podcast with a friend from high school, a project that began as a “lighthearted kind of garden and plant-centric podcast.” 

Wanting to become more involved at the community level, joining a community garden only made sense.

“There's people from different socioeconomic areas and cultures, and there's older people that I interact with that I wouldn't otherwise interact with outside of that context,” says De Luca. 

The gardens are not only a space to connect with individuals that share similar interests but also a space to learn, make comments and ask questions about each other's vegetables and methods of gardening. 

“I might ask someone, you know, like, what did they do to their carrots that they're so great,” says De Luca. 

Still, De Luca says the experience has been “a bit mixed.” Community gardens are typically run by elected councils that oversee rules and collective decisions,  and, according to De Luca, they have been around for a long time. After attending several meetings, he says some younger members have expressed frustration with how decisions are made.
“It’s run a little bit old school,” says De Luca.

“I can see that people are trying to push for more innovative ways of managing [the gardens], but those ideas are not always welcomed.”

Community gardens in Montreal are very important to hundreds of people. Serving as grounds for community and growth, the involved members in each borough remain appreciative and proactive when it comes to improving and expanding each garden's impact. 

 

Quebec's Bill 21 reaches supreme court

Quebec’s secularism bill reached the Supreme Court this week. The highest court spent four days hearing from dozens of groups about the legality of the Quebec government’s use of the notwithstanding clause. The court could take several months to reach a decision. 

The bill was introduced by the provincial government in 2019. To prevent court challenges, the CAQ passed the law using the Charter’s notwithstanding clause. The use of the clause allows for provinces to override much of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. 

Bill 21 prevents public-sector workers in positions of authority from wearing religious symbols. These workers include teachers, police officers, judges and prosecutors. Those opposed to the bill see it as a restriction on Canada’s freedom of religion. 

Appellants have challenged the use of Bill 21 in lower courts. Those attempts were shot down, as the courts ruled in favour of the notwithstanding clause. 

The English Montreal School Board (EMSB) is one of the appellants. President and Chairman of the EMSB, Joe Ortona, in an interview with CJLO, said: “Our position is that the bill is discriminatory.” 

He added that their legal standpoint highlights that their rights are being violated.

“We maintain that it's unconstitutional because it violates the English Montreal School Board. In fact, it violates the English school boards’ right to manage and control their school system.”

The EMSB has not been able to hire anyone who wears religious symbols since the enactment of the law. 

The World Sikh Organization of Canada is also contesting the bill in court. The organization faces the challenge of explaining to Sikh children what careers they can go into.

“What we're telling them basically is that they have to either choose between their faith and their career aspirations,” said Angad Singh, the Quebec Regional President for the World Sikh Organization of Canada. “We wonder if this is really the message Canada wants to send to the young people of today.” 

McGill University legal scholar Pearl Eliadis explains that when it comes to the notwithstanding clause, Quebec does have a right to bypass the charter. 

“It’s a majority government elected by the people of this province, and they're invoking the notwithstanding clause,” said Eliadis. “The reason they can do it is because they can.” 

Correction: The audio story says the Supreme Court hearing will last over a week. The hearing lasted four days from March 23rd to March 26th. 

 

Redveil refuses to censor himself at Theatre Fairmount

I hold a belief that a good concert can solve any bad day, and Maryland-based rapper Redveil once again proved it. Because even after fumbling an engineering test, I still had a fantastic night. 

I’ve known about Redveil since he started making waves with his album Learn 2 Swim. I would get the chance to see him live when JPEGMAFIA brought him during Osheaga 2023 for their song “Kingdom Hearts Key”. He was only 19 at the time, and even in that modest appearance, I could see his passion. So I was definitely thrilled to see him perform a full gig almost 3 years later.   

I tend to go to concerts alone, but I always end up leaving with new friends. I find it really easy to bond with others over shared music tastes, which translates quite nicely into other shared interests. That night, I met a fellow Concordia student who told me that he was attending the concert as part of a course. It turns out one of the fine arts electives at Concordia is a course called “It’s Bigger Than Hip-Hop”, taught by Iraqi-Canadian rapper Yassin Alsalman, also known as Narcy. Their assignment was to write an analysis of tonight’s show, how lucky! My jealousy only grew when I heard they had an interview with Redveil just the day prior. 

As time passed, more and more students began to arrive, forming an important part of the crowd. But make no mistake, many diehard fans were there, holding signs of encouragement and later singing every lyric word-for-word.

The stage was set up to resemble a cozy living room, with a vinyl stand at the center and an alarm clock on the right. The alarm buzzing signalled the immediate segue into the first track of the show, “Time (a dream deferred)” which also serves as the intro song for Redveil's newest album, Sankofa. And what an energetic way to start! He was jumping around, kicking the air, all while maintaining his breath. And that fire did not stop at the first track. 

While Redveil is often labelled a conscious rapper, I felt that his performance didn’t carry that same mellowness that a lot of artists of the genre have. Despite playing slower and more reflective songs from his catalogue, he wasn’t afraid to perform more bouncy songs such as “Drown” and “Mars”. Throughout the course of the show, Redveil would keep that energy up. I find he has an ability to control the crowd whilst still being down-to-earth. At times, I did feel his energy was not totally reciprocated by us. Fortunately, he knew how to get the crowd going and made us mosh to one of his favourite songs, “black enuff”.  

Now, if you know Redveil, you also know he is very politically vocal. It’s best exemplified by how he ended his Camp Flog Gnaw 2023 set by displaying the names of hundreds of Palestinians who were killed before reaching the age of four. He would do the same that night, urging us to scream “Free Palestine” in unison. Under the echoes of our chants, a special guest rushed out of the back, the Concordia rapper-professor himself, Narcy. To my surprise, and the surprise of many of his students in the crowd, he still had rap in him. He and Redveil began exchanging bars about oppression and martyrdom, with Narcy even letting out a “Shoutout my class!”.
To conclude the show, Redveil decided to finally take a break from all the action and sit down to play the piano. Although I do feel singing isn’t his strong suit, the final song, “glimpse of you” is a touching piece about the pain of being close to someone with mental issues.

But of course, the crowd wanted more, and before we could all scream: “One more song!”, Redveil promptly jumped back to perform his politically engaged freestyle: “Stupid prizes” in which he expresses his raw frustrations at the state of the world and those in power. After the show, he stayed at the merch stand, interacting with fans and taking pictures. As I rode the metro home with my picture of Redveil and me, I knew that Narcy’s students would have a lot to write about.

Save The Crumper: A Review

As a result of my tardy bedroom clock, my arrival at the beloved Casa Del Popolo was an embarrassing fifteen minutes late. My gloveless hands froze in the cold, and my friends stood peeved at my lack of punctuality. Walking past the hurdle of smokers outside the entrance, I slid through Casa’s gorgeous exterior bar and into the intimate performance space. It was Sunday, February 1st, the evening of the Friends of Crumper benefit concert. 

Someone stood to the left of the door, scribbling a bold SOLD OUT onto a scrap of paper. After taping it tightly onto the ticket table, I introduced myself. 

“Hi,” I said. 

“Hi. We’re sold out tonight! Sorry,” she shouted over the music. 

“Oh no, that’s okay,” I yelled back. “I think I’m on some kinda list. I’m here to write about the show.” 

She took a step back and studied my face. Having walked in during the first performance, we were forced to communicate through shouted fragments directly into one another’s ears. After an intimidating seven-second stare-down, she nodded and leaned into my ear. 

“Yeah, I trust you. Enjoy the show. Help the Crumper.” 

The Crumper, as I soon learned, is a Montreal jam space built for local bands to perform and practice with ease. The night’s lineup was made up of bands born out of this beloved space, all coming together to ensure that it stays put and accessible. Proceeds from the evening went toward supporting the spot, and friends of the bands came from across the city to show up for their community. 

My brief yet kind opening interaction set the tone for the rest of the night. Casa was hosting something warmer than its usual show. The evening felt less like a standard lineup and more like a celebration of what can come from community-led projects. There was an immediate 

sense of welcome and an overarching feeling of support from the crowd. My conversation with the trusting ticket booth girl encapsulated the energy of the show: intimate, human. 

I began my evening shuffling through the packed crowd and planting my feet in a solid spot southwest of the stage. From there, I could clearly see all four members of the opening act, I, Like You. 

I, Like You (don’t forget the comma!), started the night with real force. The lead singer moved sideways as he sang, his body giving in to the intensity of the song. The rest of the band matched that intensity, creating something difficult to look away from. Close to the stage, the crowd moshed, carrying the band’s energy back into the room. They opened the night with a performance that made the space feel connected from the start. 

Power-country band the Vauxhalls carried that same sense of connection throughout their set. Their lyrics were playful, paired with sweet melodies shared between two vocalists. By this

point in the night, I had found my previously peeved friends, and it felt natural to dance alongside the rest of the crowd. 

It was with one of the Vauxhall members that I later spoke about the Crumper. After running into her in the bathroom, she explained, “The Crumper might not be the prettiest place in the world, but it’s important for a place like it to exist. Where else are bands supposed to practice in this city?” 

Sunforger finished the night with a post-punk set that felt tender and well-loved. I didn’t know their music beforehand, but the set quickly won me over. With sharp guitars and vocals that blended easily over steady beats, it’s no surprise the band has already made its mark on the Montreal music scene. 

The band that piqued my interest most, however, was Palomine. I’ll admit I was skeptical of the three-guitarist lineup. As someone not especially versed in the technical side of music, I found myself wondering why so many were necessary. But as soon as they began to play, I was proven wrong. Blending shoegaze and indie rock, the layered guitars felt mesmerizing rather than crowded. I left still thinking about their set, eager to see what they produce in the year to come. 

I walked in not knowing much about the Crumper, but by the end of the night, I was rooting for the space just as much as the bands. What I witnessed felt like an ode to what can be created when artists are given room to engage with their work without limitation. 

The Crumper is special and should be a friend to all. As they put it on Instagram, “Remember when the world was semi-affordable, and bands could practice and record cheaply? Neither do we. We’re like 22. But if you want to fight gentrification and practice in a well-equipped space, the Crumper is your saving grace.” To support it, keep an eye on their upcoming shows, book a practice slot if you can, and show up when it counts. Save the Crumper!

 

Mama Khan is always present for the community

For the 4th consecutive year, Mama Khan, a Pakistani restaurant situated in the Plateau-Mont-Royal, is giving out free iftar boxes for the month of Ramadan, alongside grocery baskets for the vulnerable. However, the month of Ramadan is not the only time during which they provide free meals. Since their opening, they have created and partaken in a myriad of initiatives fighting against food insecurity. To this day, they are working on making the neighborhood affordable and helping the community during times of crisis. 

 

Nirvana The Band The Show The Movie: A Review

Nirvana The Band The Show The Movie (Currently In Theatres Check Your Listings) 

Dir: Matt Johnson 

Runtime: 102 Minutes 

    Having no idea or concept of the ideas behind the premise of Nirvana The Band The Show from creative duo Matt Johnson and Jay McCarroll, led me to do a deep dive into the content of the internet webseries before the release of the film. I could not fathom what I would end up watching, but from the get-go, I was hooked and locked in. What can be described as the absurdity of Bo Burnham’s crooning song internet comedy, Johnson is the more outlandish, and McCarroll is the more reserved, serious as two roommates who create Nirvana The Band. The premise is simple: to get booked to perform at the “elusive” venue, The Rivoli in Toronto. The catch is that they have never written a song, and they have never contacted the management team of The Rivoli to get booked. They use more guerrilla-style warfare hijinx to try to make their presence known to no avail, it seems, after all these years.  Each episode parodies a famous television show or movie from Frasier, CSI Miami, Lost and The Wire. This spoke to my popular culture lexicon, and I was transfixed as I got the meta humour of the series. The Canadian content of the series shines through when, in an episode, both Matt and Jay meet with Ronnie Hawkins from The Band to get him to release the rights of the title The Band to them, leaving out the fact that Nirvana is also part of the title. Too bad Courtney Love is unaware of the band’s existence.  For this iconic duo, a part of Canadian Pop Culture, there needed to be the perfect send-off. Cue Nirvana, The Band. The Show. The Movie. It made its debut earlier this February as part of the Cineplex Mystery Movie Monday showcase. 

 

    Even though I haven't seen the post-web series, the movie picks up where old habits die hard as the duo once again attempts their fate at getting booked at The Rivoli. How are you going to do this in a motion picture? Do it with the most outlandish stunt coordination to get the attention of all of Toronto by skydiving off the CN Tower into the Rogers Center Skydome when it is open during a baseball game. Not to give away the ending to this play, but the creative forces go back to the drawing board, and this time it is a time machine that the outlandish Matt hatches a la Back To The Future, which Jay starts to question when it is enough with the hijinx plans to call it a day and possibly quits. Jay starts looking at booking solo gigs at an open mic slot in Ottawa and is amazed by how easy he can get in, thinking it’s a serious gig after all these years. All I can say is that Matt goes through with his plan to make a time travel machine, which involves a trailer and one last bottle of Orbitz beverages, cue the Canadian central pop culture reference, and the duo end up time-travelling back to 2008 when both enter the RV, not suspecting the other one to be there.

 

The meta culture of 2008 is on full display as both Matt and Jay discover that the bottle of Orbitz, lightning in a bottle, is the key to the time machine and in 2008, it is a hot commodity that Matt is flush with. Matt and Jay go to their 2008 apartment, inevitably running not only into the bottle of Orbitz but also their younger selves, henceforth the playing with time travel paradox of codes and rules. Some interactions between their past and the future self sees Jay changing the course of his destiny by writing something on the whiteboard that will alter the future. The duo comes back to a different 2025. 

 

Jay's alternative plans have worked so it seems because he is now a very successful musician living in a mansion, and Matt is the drummer in a Jay McCarroll cover band. Matt confronts Jay at a concert, but Jay says he doesn't know Matt and has no knowledge of the time machine. Feeling that this is the best possible outcome for his life, Jay smashes the last bottle of the discounted Orbitz beverage so the time machine will no longer have the lightning it runs on. Jay finds out how lonesome and hollow being in a successful band can be and decides to play a game with his bandmates that leads to a tragic accident. Now on the run from the law, Jay realizes that he made a crucial mistake playing with time and needs Matt’s help for the duo to go back to 2008 and fix their mistakes. 

 

    Nirvana, The Band, The Show, The Movie continues to have all the meta-cultural references that the web series was known for, being a strong comedic focal point and being clearly Canadian. What I think the movie integrates well is the participation from actual people on the streets who might be aware or new to the antics of Matt and Jay.  Matt and Jay have to be an iconic Canadian friendship duo, for better or for worse, and this movie provides the perfect epic conclusion to their friendship. The film goes to prove there is no Jay without a bit of Matt in your life. 

 

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Remi is the host of At The Movies along with regular Co-Host Danny Aubery every Tuesday morning from 9-10 AM only on CJLO 1690 AM. They cover local film festivals, have interviews with directors and actors, and talk about a new film or the classics. They also cover the iconic sounds of present and past film scores and soundtracks. Follow Remi on Letterboxd

 

Are You Ready (Ready For The Time of Your Life): Laundry Day in Montreal

Two nights ago, I learned that freedom floats through musical decades. When I was younger, I could find it within the hearty bellows of texan-native Janis Joplin. As time passed in the lyrical world, freedom filled its walls with reflections of blistering rhythmic palettes. 

When I faced the February cold after a 7-hour shift, New York-based band Laundry Day became the chicken soup to my soul. As I stepped into Café Campus, the walls rang with anticipatory chatter and echoes of 4 Non Blondes serenated the atmosphere. Just two days prior, my friend Kaitlyn and I rode the train home when she told me they were in town. Who knew that 48 hours later, we'd be swaying around to the sounds of friendship? 

As the night wound down, vocalist Jude Lipkin blistered our hearts in melodic warmth during “FRIENDS” from their 2019 album HOMESICK. Inviting the crowd to hold those they cherish close. An ode to the people that pull us through, those we are lucky to grow up right beside. 

Was I ready? Not much could have prepared me for the perpetual blast that was Laundry Day.

When the lights went down, Montreal drowned in ear-splitting melodies. In harmony, we bumped our heads and waved our bodies to the songs of EARWORM, released in October of last year. For a brief moment, my fears dissolved when I saw you in the dizzying lights. When your arms coddled the microphone with the young adult ecstasy that came out of you, as your soul hovered around the room. Your cheeks were flushed with warm exhaustion, and your smile welcomed the crowd. Into the night, we were invited to let go, wave goodbye and embrace. The time of our lives began when none of us were ready. Yet, with Laundry Day by our side, we knew how it went down that night. We couldn’t stand jaded on the hills of musical thrills by heavily enthralling basslines and striking lyrics. Instead, like the open road, freedom found its shape in rhythmic grooves and whimsical beats. Just as we had connected, it was time for the band to depart. We were just the fourth stop on The Time of Your Life tour.

Sawyer Nunes, we heard you tearing it on drums and singing the woes and joys inside you. Henry Pearl, we melted at your quiet, misty sound as you gently plucked the bass strings. Under your mustache revealed so much more than you let on. Henry Weingartner, how can we forget your compelling guitar on the edge of musical mania? Jude Lipkin, you have marked that stage so profoundly; you engaged in the lyrical frames of your mind. 

Thank you for stepping out onto the edge. Montreal loved you!

 

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