I first heard the music of Jean-Michel Jarre when I was 12 or 13 years old. A friend introduced it to me (Friends: Introducing you to wicked music since forever) off some multi-artist compilation album that was popular at the time. I loved it immediately. Symphonic, melodic, electronic, playful, the music was chock full of journey and wonder. It was a few years later before I got my hands on one of his complete albums, and later still the libraries in Ottawa proved very useful in listening to the rest of his work (Libraries: Giving you access to all sorts of cool stuff since forever). To this day, I continue to love it. They are timeless and still filled with wonder.
So when I heard he was coming to town as part of his first ever North American tour, there was no way in hell I was going to miss it. This Friday past, Yebo and I travelled back to the Greek theatre to once again be amazed in aural glory. Continue reading