- Hot Panda prefer Halifax donairs to Edmonton, because there’s more meat and less pita.
I tried to see Brian Borcherdt at the Paragon. WRONG. I didn’t realize Mr. Borcherdt wasn’t playing their until Jenocide came on stage. So, sorry bloglings, I’m afraid I can’t report on his set, but I imagine it was like that scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark where they open the ark and those beams come out and melted people’s faces off, except in this case it was joy and loveliness that poured out from Borcherdt’s guitar to warm the hearts of The Seahorse.
Instead I buzzed around the corner to the Coconut Grove to see Hot Panda wrap up their set. It was their second time in Halifax in the past month. I fell head over heels last time they played Gus’, so I grabbed five minutes with the little Edmontonian lemonpops before they had to hop in the van and drive to New York. We chat about home, Art Brut, the secret to long drives, and Adam Ant.
This article appears in Oct 22-28, 2009.