LIVE: Alanis Morissette And Others
par Staff
dans ChartAttack, 6 juillet 2001

# Sunday, July 1, 2001
# Parliament Hill, Ottawa ON
# Reviewed By: Jason Markusoff

Since I know all of you were glued to your sets to watch the Parliament Hill festivities on Canada Day, I won't go too much into detail about the evening.

Wait... this is a ChartAttack audience... everyone reading this was either basking in the glow of Tool at EdgeFest or getting wasted on beer, weed and fumes from Cousin Duane's pickup truck. Maybe I should tell you after all.

First off, the night of Alanis Morissette et al. wasn't really a show that warrants an in-depth music review. Canada Day on the Hill is more of a party than a concert; reviewing the show on its musical merits is like writing up a wedding band. The music is fleeting, bafflingly all over the map and so cushy and let's-all-feel-good that anybody who came just for the music probably went home, like I did, grossly unsatisfied and realizing that it was simply the wrong mentality to have.

In a single, made-for-TV hour, 10 acts whirred by the stage - with enough space left for video tributes to hockey and astronauts as well as commercials on a big screen.

Quebecois cellist Jorane, an intense, eclectic artist who just may be pushing the boundaries of popular music farther than any musician in Canada, opened up with a brief and bizarre number which led the approximately 45,000 revelers to scratch their heads in unison. Odder still, she was juxtaposed with Aboriginal drummers and scantily clad acrobats climbing up silk ropes. Too much for anybody to comprehend and too short for anyone to get into.

Morissette returned to her native Ottawa for the first time in years with a mere two songs: Jagged Little Pill's "You Learn" and the brand new "Narcissus." She's still up to her old tricks: flailing and twirling like a long-haired banshee whenever without a guitar in hand, and singing in that unforgiving, yet inoffensive growl. And judging by the "It's ironic that you oughta know" tone to "Narcissus," her forthcoming album will be more of the usual. The jury's still out on whether that will be a bad thing.

Jean Leloup, one of many Quebec pop superstars English Canada only gets to see at big national-pride events, got the evening's longest set at just over seven minutes. Other than his blue cowboy hat that said "Freak" (literally), nothing much remarkable.

Add a Prairie Oyster tribute to late Canuck country great Hank Snow, a suddenly earnest Ashley MacIsaac fiddling along with anybody he could and a handful of bands from across the country all playing the same type of East Coast kitchen party sound and you've got one slick, tightly packaged cultural mosaic of a Canada Day celebration.

Or, simply put: a hokey event that was only bearable with alcoholic enhancement (and thanks to my friend Jack Daniel for that one - what's more fitting on Canada Day than Tennessee sour mash whiskey?)

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