(Gathering of the Hippies - Day Two)
If I am ever blessed with grandchildren, I shall insist that the first born be named "Canadian Tire Festival Chair Zombie" - that's how much I love my festival chair.
Now Jerry wants one. Good luck with that. I got the last one at Canadian Tire on Wednesday and I just struck out at three stores this afternoon. I shall have to fiercely protect my precious for the next three days.
We arrived at Prince's Island Park about 6:00 last night. The show started at 5:30 and we thought we would casually meander in, fashionably late, but it appeared about 275,00 other people had the same idea. The entrance line stretched through the park and almost over to the other side of the bridge in Kensington. I thought Jerry was going to become apoplexic. But I reminded him that it was a folk festival and the line actually moved pretty quickly. And we made some new friends.
We arrived in time to hear Niyaz, an Iranian/Indian group who came thisclose to stealing the entire show. They are a wonderful looking group; the front Azam Ali is stunningly beautiful with black curly hair that cascades down to her bum and a sublime voice that blends so magically with the traditional Persian music which they morph with contemporary electronic beats. Haunting.
After a decidedly unfunny comic who was emceeing, Feist then took to the stage. She was obviously thrilled to be playing to a hometown crowd, taking the time to videotape the audience, telling stories about her band in high school and her old friends.
She really has a unique voice, playful and acrobatic, smoky and sweet. She wowed the crowd and played a well received encore.
And then Broken Social Scene took to the stage for the final performance of the night. I've always been fair to middling about BSS, but then, I had never seen them perform live before. Last night changed everything. And I'm not just saying that because they slid into a rendition of Nightime/Anytime, It's Alright (and you know, anybody who invokes the Constantines automatically has my undying love forever).
Broken Social Scene were so joyful and that joy was so infectious, that they had the majority of the audience standing and dancing for the final 40 minutes of the set. Feist came back to join her old bandmates for the final half dozen or so songs, and it just became a great big party on that stage - a party which nobody wanted to end, least of all the hosts.
I guess BSS has a reputation for playing as long as they are allowed to, which somebody forgot to tell my husband. After the encore, Mr. Rammy Ramjet had all the stuff packed and scooped up and was barking "okay, let's go!" and started walking. Not wanting to get left behind, the stragglers in the family reluctantly followed. And then of course, the band launched into another song. We could still hear them playing as we exited the park. They're probably still playing.
My favourite non-musical part of the festival on Day One - the aroma of curry everywhere all night
Tonight's lineup is:
- Savoy Doucet Cajun Band
- Aurelio Martinez
- Robbie Fulks
- Jeff Healey's Jazz Wizards
- Bedouin Soundclash
- Macy Gray
But I'm going to sneak off the see Elliott Brood playing at the Twilight Stage at 6:30.
And then Saturday and Sunday are all day affairs, so further reports may be sporadic. Matt Good on Sunday night! Wooohooo!
Last night I dreamt I was touring with the Constantines and they were baking and selling bread as a side gig. And it was really good bread too!