Rochester 6/11
    Packed house of 1500, 120 degrees, the greatest live band in the world, yeah.The Hip opened with Giftshop, then Grace Too, and after that I was in euphoria. Therewas a fanastic version of Daredevil that ended in a unison splash. At the Hundredth Meridan- Bob Dole's will reads...if I die of vanity promise me.... Don't Wake Daddy.

My favorite moment was Gord turning his mic stand upsidedown pretending he was driving a car, arm out the window the whole bit... at one point he loses control of the "wheel" then calmly regains controland winks to the audience- everthing is OK.

         A  ying/yang moment was when the PA system failed during NOIS (unbeknown to the group), but the Hip faithful sung along just the same. Surprise song of the night was Apartment Song- the band played ever song from the new album but Engaged.
    At end the night I sold the shirt off my back I made four shirts with Gord's Face on front,on back Quote -- I looked up to the GORD above and said," HEY MAN THANKS".  I hope she washes it before she wears it- it was drenched with sweat.

                                    IT WAS ONE HOT SHOW!

                                           Win from Buffalo



I just read the local newpaper' s review of last night's show and felt I
 should share it with all of you (especially those of you who think that
 nobody in the American media enjoys the Hip.)

 "Tragically Hip's Concert May be One of 1996's Best"

 "It might seem that American audiences are getting hip to the Tragically
 Hip, condidering the passion displayed by the band's enthusiastic fans at
 last night's sold-out show at the Auditorium Center.  But there were some
 indications that the band hasn't quite caught on yet in the United States.
 It seemed as thouigh half of the crowd of 2550 had driven into Rochester
 from Canada for this show, apparently unaware that there was a hockey game
 down the street at the War Memorial.
 "So drawn from the Great White North by the lure fo this dynamic rock
 band, and perhaps cheap American cigarettes by the carton as well, the
 crowd was rewarded with one of the Hip's blistering performances.  A year
 ago, this newspaper named the Tragically Hip show the best Rochester
 concert of 1995, and last night's will be just as tough to keep out of
 this year's Top 10.
 "Yet the Tragically Hip's new album, Trouble at the Henhouse, seems
 unlikely to open a market in this country.  The songs are moody, slow and
 thoughtful, qualities that mean certain death in today's radio market.  Of
 particular interest on the new album is Don't Wake Daddy, in which Kurt
 Cobain has been reincarnated as an Arctic sled dog.
 "Hip's songs are intense bundles of images, and dynamic lead singer Gordon
 Downie takes those images and flings them at the crowd with
 adrenaline-laced vigor.  With one hand on the microphone, he gyrates as
 though thousands of volts were pouring through the equipment and into his
 body; the lyrics and rhythms of the songs seem to pump through Downie's
 every move.
 "The band doesn't like being compared to R.E.M., but the manic Downie's
 physical interpretations of the music are as mesmerizing as Michael
 Stipe's.
 "In his dark and baggy trousers, short hair and short-sleeve dress shirt,
 last night Downie looked as stylish as the president of the slide-rule
 club.  Sweat flew from his face, he crumpled to the stage a couple of
 times, struggled like a man walking against a wind storm, traced geometric
 shapes in front of him with hid hands, and pantomimed conversations with
 himself.
 "During teh raucous Fire in the Hole, Downie held the microphone stand
 from the bottom as though it were a steering wheel and he was driving a
 car across the stage.
 "It's like watching a madman, you can't take your eyes off him.  The sond
 100th Meridian was a particularly riveting example.  Downie paced across
 the front of the stage, dragging the microphone stand behind him as he
 sang with a demented look in his eyes, as though he were hearing voices in
 his head and sharing them with the crowd.  He held his nose like a man
 going underwater, danced spastically, stood on one leg like a flamingo and
 shuddered as though he were in the midst of some orgasmic dream.
 "THen in the midst of the song, the band went into a long intrumental
 break and Downie got even stranger.  He began mumbling and chanting, then
 broke into a few lines of the Beach Boys' Don't Wory Baby.  He dropped
 that to describe how he had stumbled across Bob Dylan's will written in
 lipstick and how the landlady ahd told him 'He was trying to write some
 songs and make some money on the side.'
 "The rest of the group acted as though they had seen all of this before as
 they accompanied Downie with a howling rock sound, far louder than the Hip
 on record.  Even in the quiet moments, everyone in the band is doing
 something.
 "Guitarist Paul Langlois, for example, has perfected the art of singing
 while a cigarette dangles from his mouth.  And he can get them cheaper
 over here."

He He..... overall a good review.  Nice to see.

 Jon