Concert Review: My Goodness @ The Garrison

My Goodness
My Goodness opened for Augustines March 11th at the Garrison, and if numbers could indicate the adeptness of a band, Augustines is excellent before they even walk on stage, from sheer numbers alone. My Goodness, the trio from Seattle, Washington, brought a heavy dose of good old fashioned rock to the Garrison that evening. Indeed, it was music to crowd surf to.

In all seriousness, the Seattle music scene is one of the most important and burgeoning ones in North America, today as it has been for decades, and the name itself carries some weight. It’s interesting to consider what, if any, amount of expectation there is for Seattle bands to live up to the hype of their city’s lofty reputation. Nirvana! We’re all thinking it so I figured I’d just say it.

It is also interesting to consider the politics of relatively obscure bands opening for well-established ones. As a time-honoured musical tradition, I doubt this method of concert line-ups will change much in the future, but on purely psychological levels, it seems kind of tricky to get used to. Let me explain, if an established band is playing a concert, one that sells out (like Augustines) and results in really overly-stuffed sardine-like conditions inside, the obvious conclusion to an outsider is that the headliners are pretty hot stuff, but a lot of the time these headliners choose bands with smaller followings as their openers, bands which get to bask in the adoration of the enormous crowd. But the crowd isn’t there to see them. This effect is not unnoticed by opener bands, and it’s one of those tricky things that lie along the line, that give you a kind of gitchy feeling, but maybe it’s one of those liminal phases a band must pass through, like doing a cross-country summer-long tour of the US is a sort of rite of passage among musicians.

But I digress, My Goodness made the sort of music that should elicit hardcore moshing, which it did not (possibly because of space, possibly because this is Toronto), and fulfilled every obvious stereotype of a Seattle-based band. Leather jackets, tattoos, heavy grungey rock. But I love stereotypes. I love that the bassist kept spitting on the stage and the drummer moved so fast it seemed like he wasn’t hitting the kit as much as it sounded like, and I loved the marathon of songs that transitioned so beautifully one into another. Forethought is involved in creating a set list, yet another creative component of music-making, and if diligent care was put into just the creation of the set list, the passion for music must run very high among the boys from My Goodness.

Emily Fox | @foxyfoxe

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