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the show went on until past 1am. tim got tired.
Every time I go to the Ford Plant, I come home feeling so refreshed. The bad mood that I was stewing in a few days ago had almost vanished by the time I jumped into Garry's car at Kipling station last night, but by the time we left the Ford Plant that mood was far behind me, eating my dust.
One of the newer members of the Ford Plant collective, Kyle Rose, was asking me what it's like to be a "Ford Plant Original". I was at the first Ford Plant, the one that was across the street from the now-Ford Plant. I was at the Ford Plant's pre-re-opening in the new location, where Arcade Fire played on a school night and only 10 or so of us were there. I remember when Ryan Stanley and The Majesties opened for just about every band that came through. I remember the pink walls and the huge painting of Brad Pitt that used be propped up against the old bar. I remember going to parties upstairs in Tim and Chris' apartment and playing fooseball in the kitchen. Things are different now, but I still feel at home in that place, and I owe so much to them. I wonder how I would have grown up in Brantford if there wasn't a place like the Ford Plant there to blaze the path.
I haven't said anything about the show itself. It was good, but there isn't too much to say. Wax Mannequin was superb, Bob Weissman was incredibly entertaining (he showed a video that he made with Scott Thompson from Kids in the Hall - "eat the body! eat the body!") and the Bartmitzvah Brothers were adorable.