We were driving home, shell-shocked, from the accountant's last night (we owe how much in taxes?), when we passed a gaggle of adolescent boys on the boulevard in front of the school. They were all decked out in their Calgary Flames paraphernalia and waving a huge Canadian flag and were hopping up and down and doing little hockey fan dances. When we gave them a little thumbs-up toot on the horn, one of them flashed us his scrawny little chest. I think they've spent some time down on the infamous Red Mile during the 2004 playoffs. They looked like they were auditioning for another edition of Girls Gone Wild.
So, hockey playoff fever has swept Calgary again, in a big hurry this time. In 2004, it took a while for the momentum to build. The Flames were not expected to go very far in the playoffs and their Cinderella story charmed everyone. We used to be able to hear the horns honking all over the city whenever the Flames scored. It was actually pretty damn fun.
This year, of course, the expectations upon them are pretty intense.
The city police are cracking down on festivities on the Red Mile (aka 17th Avenue), as there was a lot of debauchery and public urination last time. There are a lot of bars and restaurants down there that do exceedingly well during the playoffs, but most businesses only suffer the damages of vandals and people pissing in their doorways. As one shop owner explained, "drunken hockey fans do not buy a lot of carpets".
I heard something really heartening today. Have you heard of Bent Fabric, the Danish musician? He's 81 years old and he just released a new album, Jukebox. I heard a cut on the radio today and it's really catchy. It's a mix of house, electronica, jazz. There are a bunch of other musicians lending their voices to it, so it doesn't sound like an 81 year old man doing dance tunes.
It gives me hope for the longevity of my own love of new music, and also makes me feel slightly less pervy for hanging around with the youngsters.