Ariane Moffatt

by PenRei

This post is LONG overdue.

Back in June, a few friends I went to see the awesomely-stellar Ariane Moffatt in concert at The Drake Underground. Who is she? Well fellow readers, I am about to introduce you to a fantastic artist that I’m sure you will grow to love as much as I have.

Ariane Moffatt and her band

Ariane Moffatt is a canadian singer-songwriter-musician with a cathardic and poignant electro-pop sound – occasionally dipping into reggae-rock and drum and bass – that will become an addiction. She’s been around the at least 10 years and has seduced French-Canada and France with her amazing sound. I wonder how it is that I just found out about her last winter. Oh how I’ve been missing out. She is a bilingual artist, which means that her songs are in both French and English, but don’t let one of the languages deter you from her; all of her songs have a rich and complete sound with that will evoke pleasant and visceral sensations within you. There is both an intimacy and power in her voice that you can not deny. What’s even more impressive, she sounds even better live! Her range, strength, and huskiness are not generated by a computer during the music production process of her recordings. It’s the real deal!

Ariane Moffatt

Firstly, Moffatt delivers a killer concert. The drum and bass already present in her songs is amplified to a point that you can feel the music vibrate within you. I swear, my heartbeat probably synched up with it after a while. It was another one of those concerts where you HAD to dance, and luckily, the audience didn’t seem to be effected by hipster-standing-judgement syndrome. That’s right people, dance to the beat of the drums!

Ariane Moffatt, her keyboardist and bassist, and her band

Amongst some of my favourite songs that she played were Mon corps, Rules of Legal Love, In Your Body, and Sourire sincère. All of these are on her latest album MA, released in February of 2012.

“MA” par Ariane Moffatt

Other noteable songs are Réverbère, Je veux tout, and Jeudi, 17 mai from her previous 2008 album Tous les sens (which you should also check out if you enjoy MA).

“Tous les sens” par Ariane Moffatt

She prepared a special treat for us with Jeudi, 17 mai (in English: Thursday May 17th). It has been 4 years since she originally wrote the song and the lyrics were related to events that happend on Thursday May 17th 2008. This year, May 17th fell on a Thursday as well, so Moffatt explained that it seemed appropriate to rewrite the lyrics in relation to the events of the date this year. Her song focused on the new and special temporary law imposed by the Jean Charest government in Québec to help control the growing protests in Québec (especially Montreal) with regards to post-secondary education, but still allow the population to have a voice and continue to protest. I won’t get into that whole political scenario since I have my own very strong opinions about it, and this is not what this post is about. Instead, here is the 2012 version of the song Jeudi, 17 mai.

I can’t tie up this post without mentioning that she did an UNFORGETTABLE cover of the Kate Bush song Running Up That Hill that puts Placebo’s version to shame (and I am a big fan of Placebo’s cover). Here’s hoping that she’ll record it on her next album.

Ariane Moffatt tours a lot in Québec, so check out her website for a concert near you. As for the rest of us, here are some dates:

  • Friday September 14th @ Sudbury, Amphithéâtre Grace Hartman, 7:30pm
  • Monday November 12th @ Paris, Trabendo, 7:30pm
  • Friday November 23rd @ Chateauguay, Salle du Pavillon de l’île, 8pm
  • Friday November 30th @ Waterloo, Maison de la culture de Waterloo, 8pm
  • Saturday December 1st @ Montreal, Théâtre Corona, 8pm (for any of you thinking of travelling to Montreal during this time)

Official website: http://www.arianemoffatt.com
Artist’s blog: http://www.arianemoffatt.com/blog.php
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/arianemoffattmusique
FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/messages/351880951500268#!/ArianeMoffatt

Click on the link below to see her music video for the song In Your Body, one of my favourites (vimeo won’t let me insert it in my post). Vive la musique!

http://vimeo.com/41708308

“Car Blank”, Smuggler, and Brunch

PenRei here, sharing a few experiences during the TIFF season here in Toronto. I won’t go too far in depth as I do not yet feel comfortable using this blog as a personal movie review site.

Every year during TIFF, I make a solid effort to see a minimum of 4 movies: 1 kids’ film (always seen with bestie Douggy Fresh), 1 Midnight Madness, 1 Vanguard, and 1 French language. The list of films this year was a slightly different mix, but just as satisfying:
Carré blanc, Jean-Baptiste Léonetti (Vanguard and French)
Smuggler, Katsuhito Ishii (Midnight Madness, Japanese)
A Monster In Paris, Bibo Bergeron (TIFF Kids)
A Letter To Momo, Hiroyuko Okiura (TIFF Kids, Japanese)

This year, Nomes joined me for the deep, freaky and horrifying futuristic French film Carré Blanc, direct translation “White Square”. Unfortunately, nobody who actually worked at TIFF in the theatre even knew how to say the title. As a Frenchie, I found this to be deeply troubling. Sure, I understand that not everyone can say the title properly, but none of the volunteers or employees even made an effort to say the title correctly. They simply said “Car Blank”, which drove me crazy because anyone who knows anything about French knows that that isn’t even close. Nomes came a little late and was asking some people where the lineup was for the film Carré blanc, only to have the volunteers say that they weren’t screening that film. So not only can they not say the title of the film, they are also turning away viewers who can correctly say the title. I couldn’t help but wonder if some people missed out on the beginning of the film because of the ignorance of these workers and volunteers. (Please note that I appreciate the volunteers of TIFF, I just don’t appreciate awful customer service anywhere, and that clearly was).

After Carré blanc, Nomes and I had tickets for the Midnight Madness screening Smuggler. Since there was less than 45 minutes between the end of film 1 and the beginning of film 2, the lineup was absolutely ridiculous. We were also both exhausted from waking up at 6am to buy tickets for the day, and I couldn’t handle the thought of going to bed at 2am, simply to wake up at 6am, again, 4 hours later to get more TIFF tickets. We both decided that maybe the Midnight Madness wasn’t the best idea for us. After parting ways, it made me sad to know that the tickets would go to waste if I hung on to them, so I decided to pass by the Ryerson Theatre and give the 2 tickets to the first people in the rush line. Ironically, those 2 people happened to be 2 Japanese female tourists who had most likely been waiting in line for 2 hours with the hope of maybe getting in. There was a bit of a language barrier since they couldn’t entirely understand me, but once it was clear that I was giving them the two tickets for free, no strings attached, they got so excited. They did that adorable Japanese giggle and bounce as soon as I handed them the tickets. The volunteer at the front of the rush line then told them that they could now line up with the tickets holders, smiling at their luck. I don’t know if I would have fully enjoyed the dark comedy of Smuggler, but knowing that I just made 2 girls who were clearly dying to see the film incredibly happy made my night. I was happy to know that the tickets went to people who would enjoy the film more than me. That’s what TIFF is about: enjoying films!

Well, laundry calls, and later on, BRUNCH! Clearly the BEST MEAL EVER! Upon visiting some employees at my old job yesterday, there was a very clear discussion on how brunch works as the perfect excuse to get out of so many things.

Supervisor: So-and-so called and said he/she is sick and won’t be coming in tomorrow. Can you cover their shift?
You: Nope, I have brunch.

Parent: Can you drive your little sister to daycare? I have to pick up the cake for tonight’s party.
You: Sorry, I have brunch.

Friend: We should totally go out tonight, get wasted, and pick up some really hot guys. I could go for some meaningless boytoy time tonight.
You: You go ahead without me, I have brunch in the morning.

It just works every time!

Peace out!