There was some kind of noisy parade in downtown Montreal today. Or maybe it was a protest. It wasn’t very clear, as everyone seemed pretty happy and they all had nice coordinated umbrellas. But there were a lot of banners for various charities and anti-poverty organizations, so who knows?
After all, it’s not like there were very clear signs anywhere to let us know what was going on. Nor were there any chants or songs to give us a clue. All I had to go on were thousands of people, lots of umbrellas, a bunch of banners, and an awful racket moving down McGill-College and turning east onto Ste. Catherine Street.
The racket came from a few different sources, including several clusters of uncoordinated drummers (both snare and bongo). Drums can be fun or annoying, depending on what they’re doing and how. But one thing that was undeniably annoying was the guy whose job was to yell incomprehensible stuff into a microphone that was connected to speakers running all the way up Ave. McGill-College.
Wow, that was loud. It would be forgivable if he were yelling things that might give us an idea of what the parade/protest was about, but no; he was some kind of radio personality type yelling “motivational” crap to keep up the tempo.
Oh gawd how I hate that kind of stuff. You couldn’t understand a word of it (and not just because it was probably in French). The booming speakers created magnificent echos among all the glass- and stone-fronted buildings on the avenue, so it was like being in the loudest echo chamber on earth while some idiot yelled blah blah blah blah BLAAAHHHH! Blah blah blah blah BLAAAHHHH! over and over again. I suppose we were all supposed to cheer on every BLAAAHHHH!
Lest you think I have some kind of phobia against civil unrest or whatever, let me assure you that the idea of several thousand people in coordinated umbrellas jamming up traffic by walking down Ste. Catherine Street is actually my idea of a pretty good time. No really. But how about a bit of explanation, and more importantly can we ditch the guy with the mike and the blah blah blah blah BLAAAHHHH!? Oh, and while we’re at it, nobody minds if you trip the guy with the devil sticks (the way nobody minds when you trip a mime).