Hey, my name is Pénélope McQuade. For those of you who don’t know me, I am a primetime television host, on a big public station, with popular guests that act on t.v. shows with high ratings and play on rotation on commercial radio.
Hey, my name is Pénélope McQuade. For those of you who aren’t interested in knowing me because I am a primetime television host, on a big public station, with popular guests that act on t.v. shows with high ratings and play on rotation on commercial radio, by the way I also play artists that are unknown but greatly talented, who make niche but largely accessible music, for an audience that likes the comfort but who are also very open to discovery.
And I love POP Montreal. True, I only know about 8 or 9 bands out of the 450 that POP Montreal is presenting as of today. You can either look down on me and proudly claim to know all of them (liars), either find that it’s not a lot (you’re probably right), either tell yourself, wow lucky, she’s going to make so many discoveries! Bingo, that’s exactly also what such cultural manifestations are all about, to create bridges between the magnificent in what is emerging and those who don’t know that this magnificent exists.
I was asked during an interview, a few weeks ago when I was doing promotion for my new show on ICI Musique, who were my biggest “pushers”, me who seemed to have an excellent flair for sharing the next big thing with the public. I have many: at the top of my list, the programmers of ICI Musique, because without them, a large part of Canadians would be in a total haze concerning everything that is not on high rotation on Virgin Radio or NRJ; those who dress the anglo and franco charts at CISM, that I sift through every week; and festival like Osheaga back in the day and POP Montreal today.
So thank you POP Montreal, for not demonstrating snobbism, not in one sense or the other, for participating in the mixture of genres, for having confidence in the openness of your audience, like the curiosity of mine, for showcasing art without compromise, for holding (probably with tired limbs) a cultural event essential in a sea where cultural products risk being confounded in a giant mass of indigestion that makes a lot of noise for nothing.
I may only know 8 or 9 artists out of the 450 programmed, but thanks to Carlin Burton, blogger for POP, I will now be able to properly pronounce them when I will share them with those who, on Tuesdays, watch their highly rated television show.