The hunter becomes the hunted. Twice, actually.
A few weeks ago I was contacted by a couple of journalism students from Mount Royal University. They were both writing articles about various aspects of the Calgary Folk Festival for the Calgary Journal, and they wanted to pick my squirmy brain.
Mayan asked me for my thoughts on the workshops, which everybody knows is where the magic really happens. I'm pretty sure I was just fantasizing when I talked about African drums harmonizing with bagpipes, which she mentions in her article, Small stages, big opportunities for unpredictable harmonies, but I'll throw that out there as a suggestion for next year's festival.
Meanwhile, Sean-Paul contacted me for my perspective on the environmental initiatives undertaken by the folk festival. In his article, Folk Fest treads lightly, he even does me the honour of giving me that final quote, that final all-important zinger line, which wraps up the entire piece.
For the record, that damned composter is still stonewalling.