Was it a false good idea after all? This is the conclusion that we had after half an hour of the event Wiretapped at the Bell Center, this Friday evening. Held in front of a record crowd of 21,131 people, the show offered us moments of euphoria, at the very beginning, before quickly deflating.
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When Erich Preach, who opens for Mike Ward on tour, arrived in the stands to warm up the crowd, we felt we were experiencing something special. The comedian, who was doorman of the Bordel Comédie Club just a few years ago, had just been applauded as if he were a great international star.
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21,131 people attended the taping of Under-Earth at the Bell Center this Friday evening.
About fifteen minutes later, when Mike Ward entered, the decibels were in the carpet. Walking through the crowd, the comedian shook hands, a big smile on his face. Monster ovation. We had rarely heard the Bell Center so noisy.
“Honestly, I thought I had a better reception than that. We are going to add claps editing,” Ward laughed.
The moment was truly magical. You almost had to pinch yourself to tell yourself that we were witnessing such an event for a French-speaking podcast! The Guinness Records were also to approve this evening of under listening as the live podcast presented to the biggest crowd in the world.
too much echo
Mike Ward introduced his co-host for the evening, the essential Jean-Thomas Jobin. Another loud ovation. The latter was to be the lifeline in case Ward was too badly boozed to continue the animation, which has happened in the past at The Brothel.
Everything was going on wheels. Then, Ward introduced the three guests of the first of the evening’s two episodes: Les Denis Drolet and Christine Morency.
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The five comedians who participated in the first episode of Under Listening at the Bell Center this Friday: Mike Ward, Christine Morency, Jean-Thomas Jobin, Vincent Léonard and Sébastien Dubé.
And this is where our pleasure suddenly diminished. All seated in a circle around a small table, the five companions seemed completely lost on the stage, through the huge crowd. For several minutes, they noted the situation, a little in discomfort.
“Can you hear me echoing? asked one. “You said the sound would be bad, you’ve got it! retorted the other. We struggled to hear all the jokes as the sound bounced all over the enclosure.
Small table
The smallness of the table also meant that we saw the guests more often from behind than from the front, on the giant screens. Maybe the result will be better on the web. But on the spot, the result was disappointing.
After nearly an hour, the quintet got going and the evening resumed its liveliness. Was it thanks to the alcohol that had warmed them or because they had finally tamed the grandeur of the site? Still, we started laughing again after a long break.
It is in particular by joking on the emission masked singerss that the guests have returned to the crowd. Previously, they had joked on the Denis Drolet podcast, Cream rinse, and on the various Guinness records. But we must admit that we often lost the thread of their discussions as it all went in all directions.
Sing for the Pope
Because the energy was starting to drop towards the end of the first episode, Mike Ward turned to the audience to take a few questions. “Mike, we know you like to sing. The Pope is coming to Quebec next week, would you like to sing for him? asked a spectator, under the hilarity of the public. “That’s the best joke so far!” said Jean-Thomas.
After a little musical intermission from Pépé and his guitar, Mike Ward welcomed the guests of the second episode of the evening, shortly after 10 p.m. At the time of this writing, Marie-Lyne Joncas, Martin Matte and Stéphane Rousseau had just arrived on stage.
Mike Ward can be proud to have created this event and to have attracted so many people to attend a simple recording of a podcast. The huge dose of love he received from the huge crowd, he will never be able to forget. But we can’t wait to find under listening in the intimacy of the Brothel.