Things seen while out on the casserole
Been out on the casserole, so to speak. Things seen:
A little girl came up to me with a spoon, and we took turns playing a rhythm on my comically tiny “casserole” (really a metal measuring cup).
On St-Denis, some people pulled up in a tow truck and began tossing bottles of water to anyone in the crowd who wanted one, and then let off their tow-truck klaxon to great applause.
Lots of people on balconies, clanging away above the marching crowd.
I left the initial Villeray march, which was moving off eastward, and walked back toward St-Denis. I could hear terrific drumming and expected to encounter another march – but it wasn’t a march. Near Jean-Talon, a crowd of about 30 on the sidewalk were drumming vigorously, led by a couple of young guys thumping a rhythm on several big empty recycling bins. Across the wide street, on a second-floor balcony, another smaller group had hung a selection of kitchen equipment on a rope and were playing it like a rhythm section, call-and-response style to the group across the street.
This was great. People who came by were mostly carrying some kind of pot, and got drawn into the rhythm and hung around. Cars honked as they passed. Two older women drew up chairs on the Subway terrasse and hung out to enjoy the scene.
So now I’m thinking about several things:
It’s kind of a rule that when you say something repeatedly and accompany it with physical action, it gets ingrained into your brain and your body and your nerves. (Most religions make use of this.) People are doing something active here. They’re not just saying they’re mad as hell and not going to take it any more – they’re enacting this, vigorously, night after night, in company with other people doing the same thing. This is powerful, primordial stuff. We’re a sedentary people now, by and large – but people are walking kilometers happily making loud noises and enjoying the hell out of it.
If the student groups reach a deal, does that mean this will all stop?
What will become of all that human energy that’s suddenly surging through the streets of this city every evening?
And let’s not be naive – let’s not kid ourselves. Political leaders may be taken aback by this movement, but they are not wasting time dithering. They’re making plans how to turn it to their own ends – all of them.

MB 03:21 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
Kate, agreed. At 8:00 I walked from Mont-Royal and St-Laurent down to the Village (with a cold beer awaiting me as reward) and the scene you described is similar to what could be found on every other corner, through every quarter in the Plateau and Centre-Sud. There was even a make-shift circle blocking traffic at Robin and Beaudry, mostly children. The racket wafting through the air at the edges of Parc LaFontaine actually brought me to tears. I’m going to hoof my biggest pan to the sidewalk tomorrow at 8. Every sound should shed shame to Charest’s core for what he’s done in Quebec. *Let’s be sick of it for real.*
Brad 05:50 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
I live at the northern edge of Ahuntsic, about as far north as you can get in Montréal, and on one of the first casserole nights I happened to be on the phone around 8pm with a friend who lives near Place-des-Arts. I could hear the casseroles in the background on his end of the phone as we talked, but after I hung up the phone I could still hear them. I walked outside and sure enough, neighbours on our street and all the streets nearby were out on their porches clanging away. We’ve had a couple of tiny marches along boulevard Gouin in the past few dayas, 10-15 people, mostly families including very young children. It’s happening everywhere.
Ephraim 06:54 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
Can we get some of the radio stations to play the same music from 8:00 to 8:15 so that people have something to bang to… and make a joyful noise. Songs like “Who let the dogs out.” etc. Make it festive, too.
Spock 09:36 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
I am going to drive around firing fireworks and sonic grenades… That will be part of the tax payer revolt marches…
Oh yeah, I forgot, most of us are civilised…
Kate 10:09 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
Spock, if you were really civilized you wouldn’t be posting under a phony name on a blog like this.
walkerp 15:02 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
“Spock” you really need to change your avatar name here. It does a disservice to the real Spock, whose logic you do not share.
Man, I wish I were in Montreal right now! These casseroles are really inspiring! I’ve been sharing video with my workmates here in SF and they find it pretty exciting as well.
Spock 19:23 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
1. Kate don’t try to define civilised because by equating an alias to uncivilized behaviour you demonstrate alack if understanding of the word.
2. Walkerp, you do know that Vulcans do not really exist? Thus there is no such thing as a real Spock…
Kate 22:45 on 2012/05/28 Permalink
Spock, you are beginning to sputter.
1. If you want to hold yourself up as a paragon of civilization, that demands a certain pride. Post under your real name, not a pseudo. I have a deeper sense of civilization in my little finger than you have in your whole body.
2. The character Spock embodies an ideal that exists, a paradigm of cool logic and stoicism – a civilized ideal that apparently walkerp and I both understand, and you do not. If I had time to waste I’d run a grep and change your username to Spork, but I have better things to do.