By Wayne Baggs
The evening began with the soulful strums of Sue Foley’s guitar filling the Oakville Living Arts Centre. The November chill outside only made the warmth inside more inviting as Sue’s Texan blues licks intertwined with her smooth vocals, drawing the crowd into her world. Each note carried an intimate energy, as if she were speaking directly to the heart of every listener. The audience swayed, clapped, and cheered, utterly captivated by her artistry.
As the applause echoed into the night, I stepped out into the cool air, energized. There wasn’t time to linger; the next destination beckoned—a quick drive into Toronto to catch Pat Travers at The Rockpile. The contrast between venues was striking. Where the Oakville Living Arts Centre had been elegant and polished, The Rockpile was raw and electric.
Pat Travers hit the stage like a force of nature, his fiery guitar riffs sparking an adrenaline rush through the crowd. The intimate setting amplified every note, the bass reverberating through the room and into my chest. Songs like “Snortin’ Whiskey” and “Boom Boom (Out Go the Lights)” turned the night into a feverish celebration of rock and blues.
Two incredible performances in one night—Sue Foley’s graceful power and Pat Travers’ raucous energy. Driving home, my mind buzzed with the sounds of both concerts, the perfect balance of finesse and ferocity. It was a night where music became the only language that mattered.
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