Oasis, Molson Amphitheatre, Friday (June 17)
After tight sets by Nic Armstrong & the Thieves and Jet , at around 10 pm, the thousands-strong suburbanite swarm in the Molson Amphitheatre sucking on Häagen-Dazs bars and overpriced beers were greeted with a modest introduction by Oasis :
"This is not a drill!" blared a voice from above, followed by a blaze of blue light, descending glowing orange balls and billowing turquoise smoke to coincide with the sudden weed fumes. The smoke dissipated around Liam Gallagher , wearing his trademark asshole-rock-star blue-lensed shades, who, alongside big brother Noel and the rest of the Beatles - er, I mean, Oasis, fired into their current single, Turn Up The Sun. The crowd went orangutan-shit. Beach balls marked "Wonderball" went flying.
Lyla got everyone at the all-ages show clapping, hands over heads, Kidstreet-style. Champagne Supernova turned the night into a granola sing-along. After Noel stepped up to help out with the vocals on the equally keenly received (What's The Story) Morning Glory, one of the various drunk jocks behind us started yelling, "Sing us another one, Noel! Sing us another one!" while his girlfriend gave him an oh-Darryl-you're-so-crazy smile.
When they sang Little By Little, he yelled, "Welcome back, Liam!" He wasn't the only one getting steadily more plastered. Passing the painted faces of three-year-olds in their moms' arms during their encore (Wonderwall), we sidestepped the out-of-control man being pinned down by seven security people.
Hope the poor guy doesn't look back on the show in anger.
MuchMusic Video Awards, June 20
MMVA pandemonium started early for the fanatical tweens who hit Queen as early as noon. You had to squeeze by all the Lindsay Lohan wannabes flanking the sectioned-off red carpet area at John. Heading down later, we passed the Black Eyed Peas ' revving entry car, a big-ass smouldering green tank symbolizing how fucking ridiculous their promo budget is.
Doe-eyed Ben Mulroney arrived early and spent the night stuffing down burgers and wine and chatting with crisply dressed Canadian rap idol Maestro . Amid the thickening matrix of hotties, tragically hip NDP power couple Jack Layton and Olivia Chow slapped skin with their homey, fauxhawked Fab editor Mitchel Raphael . The groovy two were later spotted craning for a glimpse of the Peas show.
Ex-VJs Bradford Howe and Amanda Walsh nattered by the satay kiosk about the old days while George Stroumboulopoulos slinked by in the back. A-lister-in-Canada Carmen Electra preened in the press room, where award winners DFA1979 spoke on the new Mobb Deep record. Isn't Sebastien Grainger looking like Buck 65 these days?
Masia One , Moka Only , Choclair and Solitair looked debonair as they made their way through the ego-congested air, much of which was emanating from Sloan's Chris Murphy , who looks like he's been wearing the same glasses since grade 7.
Big winner/performer K-OS made a brief appearance alongside soulful krautrocker Shawn Hewitt on their way to the afterparty. Also had words with another Kevin Richardson , from the Backstreet Boys , who slid through the party with his tortured expression relatively unseen, kind of like his group's latest video.
Said hi to FeFe Dobson as she moved through the crowd. "Sorry, honey, I'm busy," she condescended, patting my cheek. Much less hurried was miles more popular Arcade Fire frontman Win Butler , whose wary facial expression matched those of the catering folks and all the other normal-minded people watching the ridiculous shmoozefest unfold.