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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... [read full story]
