I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night

I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night (now Sackville's sweetheart living here with her 3 kids). I was born in Ottawa, far away from New Brunswick. I was in private school in Singapore when I missed out on Eric's Trip. During Shotgun and Jaybird I was in Halifax, going through a disenchantment with the indie scene- my mind was on other things. I did see her once, backing a solo Gord Downie at a festival in Ontario, but that was different.

I hadn't yet fallen in love with a boy from Riverview who had exchanged letters with her for a time as a teenager. I hadn't been warned off highways about moose. I hadn't tasted Pet de soeur or been buried by 4 snowstorms in a row in a month. I wasn't learning to be a New Brunswicker then.

I saw Moncton's sweetheart last night, Julie Doiron. I was in a curling club, double-fisting Moose Reds, standing by the speaker in a square room with low ceilings, poor sound and chatty undergrads.

She's still underappreciated, twenty years on. But she's still the sweetheart of New Brunswick indie rock. And I loved her. I was smitten.

So I bought a CD.



Julie Doiron
Woke Myself Up

I woke myself up to rest my weary head
from all the work I'd done in those dreams I had
like weeding the garden all night
It's so hard to weed in the Dark moonlight

Almost each night between two and four
she rolls out of bed and onto the floor
sometimes I have to go in
and put her back into her bed again

So maybe this coffee is a bad idea
and maybe this might not work out for me
maybe a walk or a nap could win focus
all about Now

I woke myself up just to see you sleep
just to hear the quiet and just to have a look
at everything quiet all night
It's so good to be in the Dark moonlight

I woke myself up to rest my weary head
from all the work I'd done in those dreams I had
Like reading the books all night
It's so hard to read in the Dark moonlight

So maybe this coffee is a bad idea
and maybe this might not work out for me
maybe a walk or a nap could win focus
all about Now

(I like the poetry in this one, but my favourites on this album are No More and don't wannabe/liked by you. Also, this is the cutest music video: Me and My Friend)