| Title: | True North Strong & Free | 
| Notice: | Introduction in Note 535, For Sale/Wanted in 524 | 
| Moderator: | POLAR::RICHARDSON | 
| Created: | Fri Jun 19 1987 | 
| Last Modified: | Fri Jun 06 1997 | 
| Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 | 
| Number of topics: | 1040 | 
| Total number of notes: | 13668 | 
    Saw them saturday night and was again (for the second time in three
    years) both mezmerized and delighted by their performance.  I'm a
    pretty-jaded person when it comes to being entertained, but I was
    thoroughly impressed with these folks.  
    
    This years offering is called "quarad" (I believe) and is supposed to
    represent the theme of anonymity among man, lost in the crowd sort of
    thing, but I couldn't see it really.  The Globe & Mail called it darker
    than others, but still gave it 4 stars (out of 4 I believe).  The
    highlight of the show were two balancers/contortionists that absolutely
    had the crowd in the palms of their hands - truly breath-taking.  
    
    Highly recommended!  Tickets were $35 for where we sat (approx. half
    way up the seats), and really, there weren't any bad seats because for
    several of the acts, the stage rotated, and for others, they were
    performed above the main stage area.  
    
    Cool music too - but for $22 I'll wait till it hits the record stores
    in a few weeks to look for my copy.
    
    Doug
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| 1003.1 | what is the literal meaning of 'quarad' | POLAR::WILSONC | strive to look better naked | Sat Aug 17 1996 21:45 | 10 | 
|     by the sounds of it, the 'theme of anonymity among men', seems to have
    worked without you knowing it. like for instance, what did you find out
    about the strangers who sat around you, within 10 feet of your own
    being? you were breathing and perhaps sharing the very same air of your
    neighbors, but didi you get to know any of these people? when you left
    the building, did you see any frustrated drivers, ready to run over
    anything, just so they could get home for the eleven o'clock news,
    living in their own little bubble of reality. i don't know, but i think
    that theme has pervaded much of the recent literature, pop songs, etc.,
    etc., but this is only a guess.
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