Fire In The Hole!
~ Why the world needs Wolf Parade ~
words by lauren rearick
There are very few bands that I’ve grown up with. Those bands are the ones that have soundtrack the good, the bad and the ugly in my life – they’ve been on playlists when I rode the bus to high school, when left for college and even now when I leave the office and want to scream. One of those bands is Wolf Parade, and I can’t believe I’m even typing this, but after years of wondering what the hell Spencer Krug was doing and why the band wasn’t back together – this happened yesterday.
I’ll admit, my love affair with Wolf Parade had a rocky start. I still recall the day one of my only high school friends, Sandy, popped Apologies to the Queen Mary in her car radio. I thought the vocals were weird, and I wondered how long it would take to get home because I wanted to read O.C. spoilers.
Then something changed. I changed. I quit listening to Kelly Clarkson, I started suffering from anxiety, but I didn’t know it, and I discovered there was a whole wide world of tunes out there that got me. I still didn’t like Wolf Parade, but one day my only other high school friend invited me to one of their shows. I didn’t know it at the time, and I wish I had, but it was one of the very last times the band would perform before their indefinite hiatus.
The most memorable live experiences are the ones where you feel it with every part of you. Where you lose yourself in every note, and you wish it could last forever, that feeling of ecstasy and joy, the knowing that the band in front of you is giving it their all. That first and last live experience I had with Wolf Parade still haunts me to this day, and it’s the very reason I fell in love.
While artists hide behind costume changes, lights and fancy celebrity guests, Wolf Parade is Wolf Parade, a couple of guys, a bunch of instruments and some of the best damn vocals you’ll ever hear. The heartbreak, loss, discovering yourself, feeling totally alone – it’s all there in every note, in every second. And that very last time I saw Wolf Parade – I cried. I sobbed like a baby because for the first time I didn’t feel like my whole world was falling apart.
Wolf Parade demonstrated what a live experience should be, and after that show I developed a healthy obsession with everything in their catalog. I could continue gushing on about that performance, but instead I want to go back, and share with you what each of the albums meant to me – I want to pretend like this is the first time, again.