Last weekend with Michou
Dancing, trumpets, pop music, a sparkly blue dress, high fives and tall, slender redheaded men were all part of the scene at the Ship pub this past weekend.
On August 27th and 28th the Windsor, Ontario quartet Michou preformed at the Ship. This was the last leg of a month long tour for the band, and technically the farthest they have ever played from their hometown. According to lead singer Mike Hargreaves, the band was in rough shape when they first arrived on The Rock.
“We took the three hour drive to get to Corner Brook and we were all feeling pretty down in our health and spirits, it’s been a really long tour, but we had a blast there. We played this really cool venue called the Bar Room. The drive so far has also been pretty incredible.”
I spoke with Hargreaves on Saturday evening. Despite his positive outlook, all that talk of long, albeit scenic, drives and exhaustion left me wondering how their show at The Ship was going to play out that night. Fortunately, I would soon get my answer.
Michou formed around four years ago but have been their most active over the last two years. Their biography attributes the band’s formation to a mad scientist (hinted at being current manager Michael ‘Teenwolf’ Fox) inseminating multiple women and then transporting the resulting children back to the future. Those four kids grew up to become the band Michou, with mad scientist man collecting a percentage of their labour’s profits.
“It is pretty surprising how many times that biography has been printed in leaflets in festivals we’ve played in,” says Hargreaves of their origin story.
The name Michou comes from Hargreaves’ childhood. “It’s what my mom called me as a kid… kind of a combination of Michael, in French, and ‘ma petite chou’, my little cabbage.”
The self proclaimed “cleanest non-smelliest band ever” released their first album, Myshkin, in 2008, and their follow up, Cardona earlier this year, putting them on a heavy touring schedule for the last two years. Surprisingly, they came to Newfoundland before they hit up the west coast, which is, noting the financial risk in touring the island, a tad flattering.
On Saturday night, Michou were prefaced by the Pre-Raphaelites and Repartee. I missed the Pre-Raphealites because I was busy shooting beer at my kitchen table, but arrived in time to see Repartee preform their consistently lively and upbeat show. Dancing and twirling engulfed the floor before them with many a high five was sent lead vocalist Meg Warren’s way.
Her blue sparkly dress was also pretty rad.
Between acts the dance floor had emptied so that when Michou began to play people were standing at a hesitant distance. That was until keys/trumpet/mini xylophone/tambourine player Sasha Appler ecstatically ran into the crowd, laying down push ups and dancing with patrons. With that the dance party began.
Much to my delight, the band were cheery and high energy, which worked well with their sanguine pop melodies.
The highlight of the night occurred towards the end of the set as the band invited their new friend local flutist Rozalind Macphail to preform with them. Rozalind hopped on the stage with her candy stripped socks, whipped out her flute, and played along as if they’d been jamming together for years. She even managed to pull off an impromptu solo. It was a lovely ending of the bouncy, lighthearted show.
Earlier in the night while I was photographing Repartee, a young man kindly stepped back to let me move forward in the crowd. He looked exactly like Michou’s lead singer, Mike Hargreaves, who I had interviewed earlier that evening. Both were tall, slim gingers wearing poly-cotton American Apparel t-shirts (though different colours), with a similar tossed look to their hairdos.
Hargreaves confided in me earlier that he only wears these particular t-shirts on tour because they don’t wrinkle, so when I saw the young man with the similar appearance and wardrobe I greeted him enthusiastically and gave his t-shirt a tug saying “you’ve changed your wrinkle free shirt!”, or something equally as retarded.
He looked at me like I was a crazed hobo gnawing at his leg.
It turns out Dylan Varner-Hartley’s friends had made the same mistake earlier, approaching Hargreaves in a similar fashion.
The doppelgangers met at the end of the show and gladly posed for a bizzaro photo-op.

















