Oliver and I had more fun at the Confederation Centre Art Gallery on Sunday morning than I’ve ever had in an art gallery before, and here’s why:
The installation, from Instant Coffee, a self-described “service oriented artist collective,” has a suitcase of 45s, a record player, and a crazy bunch of knitting to sit on while listening. Rush. Shaun Cassidy. Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Bing Crosby.
It was Oliver’s first experience of ye olde vinyl, and it made me realize how much I miss the physicality that listening to music used to involve.
Entry to the Art Gallery is free. It’s open 7 days a week. It’s probably less than 10 minutes away from where you’re reading this (if you have any sense). I highly recommend a visit. I’ve half a mind to organize a dance party.
August and I did this about a month ago and had a blast. Or at least I did, as I imposed all my pre-teen musical tastes upon his virgin ears. Blondie, the Bee Gees, The Knack—it’s all there.