It’s a Thursday night at the Riviera Theatre. I’ve never been in a room so plum full of estrogen before in my entire life—all-girl freshman college dormitory included. It’s pretty intense. Somewhere between 8 and 8:30 pm the twin folk stars take the stage. The crowd roars with approval. I’m not exaggerating; the ladies scream their lungs out harder than a crowd of 16 year olds at a New Kids on the Block show in 1989. In fact, before the opening number is even started, a black pair of bloomers fly into Tegan’s face.

“Whoa look at that, underwear’s being thrown up here before we even play our first song. I wear a size 27 jean, if you want to throw something up I can actually use.” :: Tegan grossed out, drops the panties that crossed the path of her mic.

“You Wouldn’t Like Me” :: I am officially excited. Song one of three that must be played for the night crossed off the list already, the sound quality is AMAZING and the girls are banging it hard.

“We’ve got people up front with guts up here, (points at upper chest), where they should be down here (points at stomach). Can we just back up a little bit?” :: Sara, looking pretty astonished to rambunctious super fans pushing through the front barricades after first song, Sara lectures the crowd on safety.

“I Bet it Stung”

“Burn Your Life Down” :: Time to exit the photo pit, bummer. Those nine minutes seemed to flash by instantaneously. Oh well, now I can quit clicking my cheap Kodak and appreciate how incredibly sharp and fantastic this show is sounding with my ears.

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