The Remarkable Story of Canadiens Organist Diane Bibaud

Overcoming a rough childhood, she's become one of the most iconic members of the Montréal franchise

Damian Abraham from Fucked Up and Diane Bibaud Dan Wilton

A few weeks ago at a Montréal rink, Red Bull Music Academy hung out with Canadian post-hardcore stalwarts Fucked Up as they scrimmaged with hockey legend Guy Carbonneau and jammed with Habs organist Diane Bibaud to celebrate the kickoff of the 2016-17 NHL season. You’d be forgiven if those first two names overshadow your knowledge of the third one. But, even after 29 years with the Montréal Canadiens, Bibaud wouldn’t have it any other way.

To the millions of viewers who catch a Habs game every season, Diane Bibaud is known only as the fingers behind those nostalgic organ tones. From high above the ice, she’s been looking down at the players since 1987 with an eye toward injecting their every play with drama. Even though few could point her out in a crowd, fans expect Bibaud’s soundtrack to be there at the Bell Centre, just as they expect to find popcorn at the movies. Simply put, a game isn’t the same without her.

But those fingers on the keys have a life of their own, and their story is as inspiring as anything that happens on the ice. Diane Bibaud was one of the very first women to become an organist for an NHL team. Let go by her birth parents at a very young age, she’s fought back from a rough childhood to become a master of her craft. When not with the Montréal Canadiens, she runs a music school where she helps over 400 students a week to pick up the joys of an instrument.

Beyond the fact that’s she’s seen the Habs through two arenas and the tumultuous ups and downs of numerous playoffs seasons Diane Bibaud is a fighting spirit in her own right. We sat down with her to learn a little more about her story.

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First off, how did your jam session go with Fucked Up?

The Fucked Up group, when I saw it on the internet, I said, “Gee whiz, they’re on drugs.” I was so pleased and honored after talking to them, that these guys are parents, they got kids, and they’re intelligent, they got something else in life, and really, it’s a big challenge for them to have a group. They’re good. Very brilliant. I do respect them a lot. My experience was great.

I couldn’t believe that they could make some, excuse my expression, fucked-up music, with my hockey chants. I was dying of laughter, and we had a good feeling to play together. We made a little jam session on this hockey chant, and we played a few different covers. They’re very good.

Diane Bibaud playing alongside Fucked Up Dan Wilton

Were you ever in a band before becoming the Canadiens’ organist?

No, I studied piano. I did my degree at McGill University in classical piano. Then I studied organ, popular organ, and my dream also, besides the Canadiens, was to own and operate a music store with teachers [Dianorgues in Sainte Catherine, Quebec]. And I’ve done that, with success, for 29 years now.

Who first put you in front of an organ?

In 1968, I was sent to boarding school. I was eight years old, a monster. But in front of a piano when the nuns were teaching me, they said, “She’s an angel, so you have to make her learn music.” It was good for me in life. By ten, I had decided on piano. Later, I studied with a private teacher, the classical style, and I passed an exam at her house. When I was older, at McGill, I expanded for theory, counterpoint, and I got my degree.

How did you get the job with the Montreal Canadiens?

I was 27 years old. In 1985, they had an issue with an organist, and I was playing already in Ville Lasalle for the Junior Cyclones. Since eight-and-a-half years old, my dream of a lifetime was to play for the Montreal Canadiens. Every Saturday night, my father watched Hockey Night in Canada, Channel 2. So it was my goal to play for the Canadiens. I went to the management in 1985, I knew they had a little issue, so I said, “I’m here. I’m not taking nobody’s place. If you’re stuck, I’m here. I have the expertise, I have the experience with the Lasalle Cyclones. I did a lot of minor hockey leagues too, tournaments.” They said, “Listen, it’s not us, we have the agencies. So they communicated my request with the agency. I became a substitute organist, and I started doing replacements. In 1987, when the other organist retired, they asked me if I wanted the job. That’s how I started for Montreal.

And it’s been the same for the last 29 years?

Well, I was there from 1987 to 1992, then the organization tried to put only DJ, so they let go the organ. They phone me back in 1997 and I stayed again until 2002, then they decided again to let go of the organ and the keyboard. When Mr. Geoff Molson bought the Canadiens back, he asked for me and I went back. With pleasure. As I’ve always said, I think the best is to keep both, because the audience goes from 7 years to 77 years. There are time signatures too. You have to stop, go, with the referees. The DJ can do that, but not as fast. So now we go hand-in-hand, and I think everybody’s happy in the Bell Centre.

The NHL considers you a legendary organist now?

I think it looks like it, yes.

Are you the longest serving organist in the league?

I don’t know, but I would almost presume yes.

There were virtually no women working at that level in the NHL at the time. Was that a challenge for you?

No. To be honest, first of all, I’m an adopted kid. My eyes were crooked. I was full of eczema, and my parents always showed me that, in life, there’s no race, no racism, no age, no color, no sex to a person. I’m happy like this. People have never believed in me. They used to say to my husband, “Ha, she wants to open a store. She’s going to go under.” Well, it’s been 29 years, and I’m still here.

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