U2
December 12, 2009 § Leave a comment
I just want to say apropos of nothing, that I am completely blown away that U2 would spend $3 million to build themselves a temporary outdoor stadium at the recently disused Hippodrome-de-Montréal. More than that, that they would offer tickets for as low as 30$. And even more than that, that this temporary stadium will seat up to 80,000 people and that U2 sold out two shows on 16-17 July 2010 in next to no time (and no, I don’t have tickets). As the Irish say in such moments, Jay-sus! Up to 160,000 people for two nights to see U2.
One of my students last week tried to argue that U2 were a spent force as a rock band. Apparently, dude was wrong.
I wish I could tie this to some commentary on the strength of the Irish diaspora in Montréal, or something like that. But sometimes, well, a cigar is just a cigar. So, instead, I present you with this video, tying U2’s classic “Sunday Bloody Sunday” back to its original meaning, Bloody Sunday on the Bogside in Derry, Northern Ireland, on 30 January 1972.
The Melting Pot of Diasporas
March 26, 2009 § 2 Comments
So, with PhD in hand, I have begun to think about new research projects. One in particular that I am interested in is the plight of diasporas in large, multi-ethnic urban centres in North America. This one came to me in the Mile End of Montréal, today the home of hipsters, artists, and musicians. Indeed, damn near every Montréal band of recent vintage hails from the Mile End: The Arcade Fire, Stars, Patrick Watson, and so on and so forth. Anyway, we were in St. Viateur Bagels, buying bagels, then we planned to head over to Open Da’ Night, the legendary local Italian café, for the best caffé latté in North America. As we made our way along the street, we passed a Greek restaurant, whilst all around the hipsters and pretentiarati, Hasidic Jews made their way to and from synagogue and business. Me, I’m an Irish-Canadian. And, yeah, so, big deal. That’s urban life. But it’s more than that, it’s urban space, it’s identity, and it’s place. How do diasporas mix in the city in North America? How do Hasidic Jews in Montréal maintain their distinct, separate identity in the midst of this urban chaos? What has become of the old Portuguese, Greek, and Italian immigrants of the Mile End? What does it mean to speak the English language in Montréal? Charles Boberg, a linguist at McGill, has postulated that we speak a distinct idiom of English here, influenced as it is by the obvious source: French, but also by words and diction from the diasporic peoples of the city, especially Greeks and Italians. Me, I think about accents in the city, about the different French accents (they vary according to class, location in the city, location in Québec), how the Irish of Verdun speak so differently from the Anglos of Westmount, and the variations of Italian-, Greek-, Portuguese- Montrealers. And what about the cultures? Montréal is famous for, amongst other things, smoked meat, bagels, and poutine. The first two are Jewish delicacies, the last, québécois.
What about music? First there’s the case of the legendary québécois chanteuse, La Bolduc. La Bolduc was born Mary Travers in the Gaspésie in 1894, the daughter of an Irishman and québécois mother. Her music was largely comprised of traditional Irish jigs and reels, over which she sang in québécois French. Today, one of the most popular québécois bands is Les Cowboys Fringants, who play an acoustic, traditional-based rock, and by traditional, I mean québécois. And yet, many of the jigs and reels of the Fringnants’ music are Irish-based.
Indeed, so Irish are Les Cowboys that every time I listen to them, I sometimes forget that they’re québécois, they sound like an acoustic version of the Irish-American “punk” band, Flogging Molly. “Punk” is in quotations because Flogging Molly are more Irish than punk, their punk energy comes from the fast-paced nature of their Irish ditties. Indeed, they’re not unlike Les Cowboys in that sense. At any rate, Flogging Molly originated in Los Angeles, a city not particularly well-known for its Irish diaspora, but very well known for its punk rock.
All of this is still in its infancy, but it is something that I think about as I make my way to and from work, as I interact with my students, and listen to the conversations of the city. As I develop these ideas, watch this space, and the Complex Terrain Laboratory.