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Where I live, city politicians organize big rock concerts. (I know. I know.)

Last year we had the Rolling Stones play in an outdoor venue. It was raining cats and dogs, but devoted fans were defiant and stood in the mucky trenches for hours, wringing every drop out of the show. It was fantastic.

This year the politicians screwed up by trying to screw other promoters. Long story, but incompetence and lack of experience as concert promoters explains the problem. They are after all city politicians, not concert promoters.

Last week we had rumours of another big (100,000 people) outdoor concert in the works. The Who, U2, The Eagles, Red Hot Chili Peppers? Anything seemed possible. We did have the Stones.

But who did the politicians book for the super concert? Celine Dion.

I have nothing personal against the Queen of Schmaltz. She has talent, no question, but she is a performer of the Vegas casinos oeuvre. Her schtick belongs in enclosed structures with padded seats and good parking. She is not a rock ‘n roller.

Her slickly produced, highly-sentimentalized show is a poor choice for the outdoor super concert next summer. Think muck, Celine.

You don’t play hockey games on soccer fields. You don’t have Celine Dion on mucky outdoor fields. It’s sad when politicians are your concert promoters, even sadder when uninspired politicians are running the show.

If I were Celine, I’d run from this one. And I’d run fast. She has no idea who she is dealing with and what she is getting herself into.

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