As
a non-smoker, I looked forward to my first pub crawl after the
anti-smoking bylaw was rolled out to bars Jan. 1. This sits
sideways for some people who think government is putting its
nose where it aught not be. As the majority of live music in
this town is presented in licensed establishments, I applaud
this forward-thinking legislation and dedicate this column to
the hard-working bartenders and servers who can now breathe
(what do you call it?) oxygen.
First day, first chance to experience a post-smoking bylaw Whitehorse
and all was quiet at the Capital Hotel. This frosty, cold first
night was hopping if only for me. “You should have been
here last night,” said DJKJ, speaking between sets. “This
place was packed wall to wall, it was fantastic”. I found
two hard-working DJs before a mostly empty house. DJKJ spun
most of the evening with DJ Synapse filling in for a break with
some drum and bass. “ It’s amazing how much (DJ)
talent we have up here,” said DJKC. “I mean, for
a territory of 30,000.”
I was impressed with the dedication of these two showing up
to a regular gig on New Year’s. “I can count the
times I’ve missed a Saturday night gig on one hand,”
the DJ reflects.
Over at the River View Hotel’s Backwater Lounge, Peggy
Hanifan pulled double duty as MC and guitar player. She asked
if everyone was okay with the new smoking ban and the crowd
let out a cheer of approval. Chris McNutt got up to riff and
rant on television’s The Brady Bunch -- to groans and
giggles -- and gave his advice in a bit he called, The Universal
Parental Story.
The shining light in an otherwise dull night was Graham Peters,
who took the stage and showed a spirited talent for songwriting.
Several original numbers sounded as if they were the bastard
children of a Smashing Pumpkins / Billy Bragg union –
an aggressive approach to acoustic guitar with naïve romantic
lyrics. The acoustic guitar was not made to be a megaphone,
but, in Peters’ hands, it spoke loudly.
Gordie
Tentrees brought his trio to The Boiler Room for three great
gigs on three Friday nights. It was just what a soul needed
to warm up after a spell of cold weather. The Gordon Tentrees
Trio sang a feast of big stories and bite-size vignettes set
out on a tableau in spicy mexi surf, roots country and blues
cabaret. The overall tone of the band suits a small room. The
upright bass, hollow-bodied electric and a voice that can pull
off a Tom Waits tune was a sweet mix. And, not for nothing,
Gordie Tentrees is a man who wears a shirt well.