Just watched the farewell show of a kickass Canadian alt-celt band that was legendary out here back in my university days.
Good, but also very sad.
The drummer is dealing with kidney failure and one frontman has Crohn's disease.
The other frontman, John Mann, has early onset Alzheimer's Disease. He's just 53.
At Mann's insistence, the band decided to do one final tour while he still could.
This article tells the heartbreaking story very well:
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts...john-mann-battles-alzheimers/article29618739/
I watched them two days after Maiden — an older band.
Mann wore a t-shirt that said fuck Alzheimer's. He can no longer play guitar.
He alternated between frenetic dancing and full-throated top-of-his-game singing, and moments of anxiously clutching at his t-shirt as he desperately focused on an iPad strapped to his mike stand to remember the lyrics.
I got a lump in my throat as he sang a band staple called Unplugged, that he wrote 20 years ago, advocating for assisted suicide.
My wife said she spent the entire evening terrified for him, but he made it through with the help and obvious love of his bandmates.
Maybe the most emotional concert I have ever experienced. I fucking hate Alzheimers
Here's what they were in their prime.