You go to a hockey game. In your seat, beer in hand, ready for the best hockey game of your life. The announcer voice begins calling out the player names and the excitement builds…
Except it doesn’t. “All professional players, please take the ice.” All low and happy at the same time. I met a Vancouver singer/songwriter, a lady one, who is really great at playing the “announcer voice” game.
The next announcement… “Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ice… all aspiring hockey players in the world!” The North end of the arena splits, a solitary fan falls, and in pours hoards of uniformed hockey players of all shapes and sizes.
But it doesn’t end there… “Ladies and gentlemen, that is not all… tonight we have opened the ice to anyone who owns hockey equipment… please try to squeeze in and have a great time!”
No filter. Means no game.
If you want to see a quality hockey game, where would you go?
Back to the wintery ice-covered lakes? The neighbourhood street hockey and late night fitness centres?
When I want to hear great music… I don’t turn to the internet… I turn to my livingroom. Which I have endearingly named the Song Shelter. Which stands for being a place where music is safe, admired and appreciated. Where do you go?