We're gearing up for the assault on Sled Island, here at Zombie Central. The festivities actually began last night, but sometimes minor details like final exams interfere with the execution of the ultimate plan.
There is no way, without the benefit of a K-Tel Clonomatic and possibly a Tardis, that I am going to be able to see more than a fraction of the acts I want to. It's just as well that the media accreditation which one of my editors was talking about getting for me never did materialise. For the most part, I shall be attending the festival as civilian. I am meeting up with everybody's favourite produce guy, Jon-Rae Fletcher, for a chat on the weekend, to do a follow-up to the article I wrote about him back in the winter, and naturally I'm quite excited about that.
And the weather looks like it is going to be perfect on Friday for the all afternoon/evening outdoor concert at Olympic Plaza right in the heart of downtown. It should be considerably less onerous than the skin cancer orgy which the outdoor portion of the festival morphed into last year.
Tonight, the eternally fabulous Final Fantasy will wow us at Central United Church, preceded by some other acts (Fond of Tigers, Slim Twig) whom you have never heard of. Okay, I haven't, anyway.
If I run into this poor guy downtown, I'm definitely giving him a couple of bucks for a cup of coffee.