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Arian's concert in Toronto
Doubledee
January 25, 2005
iranian.com
Ok, let me start by saying that the other night was the first time
I attended an Iranian concert (with the exception of Googoosh's)
and the first time I walked out on any, halfway!
I bought the ticket to Arian's concert in Toronto based
on the recommendation of my ex who used to brag that they are the
best thing that had happened to Iranians since the invention of
packaged Barbari in North American supermarkets. I should have
known better than listening to an ex!! After all she is an ex!
I was expecting an avant garde artistic expression from the deprived
Iranian artists instead what I got was ... well, read on!
First off, upon entering The Hummingbird centre, I paused for a
moment wondering if this was a pop concert or a Verdi opera. I
felt totally underdressed since all my fellow Iranians had apparently
broken their piggy banks a couple of months too soon and started
shopping for LEBAAS EID!!! I'd like to say they were dressed
down to the nine but it looked more like the opening night of Men
in Black III since 99.9% of them were dressed in black!!?
This was all amusing to me since I was expecting good music. My
seat was center balcony, in other words, the best! So I made myself
comfortable to see the stage but instead for the next half hour
all I saw was heavy traffic. People kept running back and forth
like a bunch of kids with a bad case of the runs.
At first I didn't
get it but then it all started to come back to me, how could I
forget? Gees I am so insensitive! Iranian girls treat any freaking
tiny aisle as cat walk to show off themselves as well as their
perfect nose jobs!!
After an half hour delay, which seemed very usual to everyone
and torturing to me! Someone opened for the band by reciting what
was
supposed to be a literary piece but sounded more like an A.D.D.
patient writing their diary.
From that point on it was like floating in a bad dream caused by
too much KALE-PAACHE, between their suffocating outfit, their vain
attempt to look hip and their overwhelming lameness. I honestly
can't decide which one was worse, their nursery rhyme-type
songs or their frozen yogurt voices.
I thought I was the only
one who was having a near death experience with boredom but at
one point one of the female members of the band was so out she
was tracing figures on the stage with her toes during a song!!!!
(Honest to God!!)
I have never been to a concert where the singers talk more than
they sing. They just wouldn't shut up. The bullshit was
so seriously long that half way through it they were lost for words
and didn't know how to finish the damn sentence.
Just as I thought there are no more surprises in an Iranian concert
they announced a 15-minute intermission!!! WAA! Who does that?
You'd think it was cheap and unorganized version of Cirque
du Soleil. That was it for me. For the first time, I actually calculated
how many apple martinis I could have bought with the money I wasted
on this. Eight apple martinis on the road to la la land, but
instead....!
 And that's when I made a couple of life changing decisions.
The first one was to ditch the lame ass act ASAP.
And lately I've been thinking after years of being
away from Iran I should go back for a visit but after experiencing
what
is called "the best act of the country" I think I'll
wait, say another decade or so to rethink the notion.
But at least now I can honestly say: Thank you Arian,
your music changed my life forever!!
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