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I'm scaring myself.  
 
It was cool when MuchMusic hired their new VJ, Devon, a few months back because he was exactly the youthful, intelligent and well-dressed spark the station needed (people swear that Rick the Temp is like late 30s!) It was also cool that Devon came from Montreal... home of, as you all know from meeting me, youthful, intelligent and well-dressed people. I was really impressed with his musical knowledge and the way he actually knew about the bands he was introducing. Plus, his whole blazer with jeans look only served to re-affirm that what I was wearing was indeed in style. So it was pretty cool last month when I nearly ran him over in Kensington Market. As you'll recall from my old blog (that shall remain unspoken of), I was driving down the narrow streets in Kensington Market when an obnoxious and unattentive punk decided to cross the street right in front of my car. That "punk" turned out to be Devon and so, deciding that it would be the closest "celebrity" encounter I would ever have, I decided to forgive him and let him pass. I also decided that Devon was pretty cool to hang out in Kensington Market and, judging him solely on the superficial (appearance), he was close to replacing Ryan Seacrest as my TV idol. And then I decided that Ryan could be my American Idol and Devon could be my Canadian Idol.  
 
Okay, before this post turns into a seemingly affectionate profession of love for a MuchMusic VJ (a male no less), lemme explain why I'm starting to scare myself. Last night I went to the Nelly Furtado concert (shoot.. this post was spose to be my Nelly Furtado concert review post!) and blah blah blah she was really good, perky, got the crowd going blah blah blah. The highlight of my night came after the show when we were filing out of the Molson Amphitheatre. I heard a familiar voice beside me and turned around to see Devon and Jen Hollett from Much walking RIGHT beside me! It was cool to see them in their "natural" habitat y'know? My friend Vanessa convinced me, however, that it was NOT cool for a 21 year old to go all paparazzi on them and so I just admired from a distance.  
 
Hmm... I decide that Devon is my new TV idol and then I see him TWICE in a month? That is freaky... and kinda exciting!.. but freaky...  
 
Ok. Shoot. I swear to god I am not a psychotic homosexual. Please tell me you can read my sarcasm into this... otherwise I may have to start a new blog again if you know what I mean... I just think that it's cool to have guys that can be smart and stylish at the same time, young and mature at the same time and pop and punk at the same time. It's unique. And I really look up to people who can pull it off. That's the extent of my admiration for Devon... and Ryan... (quick think of a hot girl's name to insert, think of a hot girl's name to insert........... aww damn it).  
 
So that's the story of my Nelly Furtado concert. And why I am unintentionally becoming the official Devon Soltendieck stalker. Now I shall go hide my face in utter embarrassment for blogging this post.      
 
 
 
PS> Nelly was really good by the way! Not a "spectacle" per say, like Britney, but a lively performer and someone who really connects with the audience (See the hysterical flag-waving and fist pumping sing-along of "Forca" for example). Her song arrangments mixed in everything from hip-hop (she did the forever cool "Get your freak on" remix) to salsa to rock to folk and lyrically, there was not a single sappy love song. So kudos to her for her artistry and for actually writing songs with substance. Highlights included hearing people sing-along to my fave, "Try" and the heartfelt "Picture Perfect," where she showed off her range and added a welcomed intensity to the performance. Check out more from Nelly Furtado HERE. 
 

posted by Tim at 2:44 PM