Walking into Studio TD on that warm August night felt like stepping back into Leopold’s Tavern back home in Regina. It’s cozy without being cramped, and the kind of room where a whisper can carry just as far as a scream - which is exactly what Willow Avalon’s music calls for. They were the kind of people who make you feel like you’ve known them forever after five minutes. At another point in the set, she spotted the Southern girl from earlier and said, “Your hair is gorgeous.” A small thing, but it made the room feel closer. We spilled out onto Sainte-Catherine afterwards, a little sweat-soaked, a little emotionally disoriented, still caught up in the quiet spell she’d cast.