Last night, I saw Aretha Franklin live (the reason for the late post). Okay, more like semi-live, because she was in a tent in Metro Square, and I was looking at a screen on King Street.
My hopes were up. Aretha Franklin – come on. She was opening the Toronto Jazz Festival for free. For free. As my friend said, it would be criminally irresponsible not to go. So we went.
And if I have to blame one person for the lacklustre experience, it would be the person in charge of the craptastic PA system. Okay, so not everyone can fit in a tent. So you put up a big screen and super loud speakers, right? Besides, outdoor concerts are fun. You close down King Street, mob together in front of the Royal Alex Theatre, and watch the Queen – no, the Goddess of Soul belt it out, despite what appears to […]