An Ode to Summer Festivals: Pt II

The Cabin in the Woods (WE TALKED TO FAMOUS PEOPLE)

We actually did. It was quite an amazing night.
And so with this post I bring the last summer weekend to an end. It was my first ever road trip (as mentioned is the previous post) and I can’t imagine a better way to have spent it.


Well, 5 hours of uncomfortable sleep (YAY TENTS AND AIR MATTRESSES) later we headed on down for another full day of sun and fun and music and all things in between. I built up the nerve to swim for a bit in the frigid ice water and all I will say about that is that thank god the sun was right overhead (Because warmth).

I even walked around the beach a bit to a quaint little cove area with huge rocks just waiting to be explored. Sitting down and looking out over the landscape and frolicking festival-goers I felt at peace with everything in my life at that moment.

Then back to the dancing! One of the bands who had played the previous night (Who we also are friendly and familiar with) played again, and with them came back our hippie freedom and dance party.
(Sort of unrelated side note, they’ve just released an album, which I intend to review for my next post).

Thank the stars for that familiarity and friendliness, because we got invited to the yearly after-party at Bob’s cabin (He’s, from what I could tell, known by pretty much everyone who attends this festival). This cabin was built by hand and it the most beautiful home I had ever been inside. Food, warmth, beer, friendly people, friends…I’m not really sure what else you need because I was more than content that night.

ONTO THE EVENING SHENANIGANS: One of the bands that performed at the Festival, The Matinee, also happened to be in attendance of the cabin party. A few of our friends were also friends with this band, and with the way things work out in life we all ended up talking music. The highlight of this night was definitely performing some stripped down Soup the Moose (Also featured on a previous blog post!) originals, and then discussing music and band politics with one of the members of The Matinee, who was extremely impressed and understanding with us and our situation (And so sweet and kind and an all-around amazing individual).

This conversation reaffirmed my will to continue jamming and playing with friends even it the music never gets out of our houses. I did need it, as this time period happened to coincide with a lull in my motivation to put time aside for instrumentation.

After another 5 hours of sleep, packing, tea and coffee, driving, ferry rides, meeting up with friends on ferries, driving, and another ferry, we arrived home. I was exhausted, but collected all of my remaining energy for the Murder By Death concert that was also that night (No regrets. None. I’m so happy I made myself go out).

I definitely can’t wait for next year’s festival. Spending the last free weekend before school on a beach at a festival with friends with no cares in the world is the ultimate definition of freedom. Here’s to a summer of music, dancing, sun, road trips, and good company.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALooking out to the Pacific


An Ode to Summer Festivals: Pt I

Hippie Regalia and Bonfires

Well I was originally planning to write an ode. An ode to summer festivals (Oh, hey look! That’s the title! Hahaha similarities!)

However, a sudden change of heart had me reconsidering the direction in which I wanted to take this post. I’ve decided instead to focus on the last weekend of what I truly consider to be summer: the Labour Day Long weekend in which me and a bunch of friendly folk (read: friends) loaded up a van and made our way to the Sunshine Music Festival on the beautiful Sunshine Coast of BC.

There’s something to be said about one’s first ever road trip with friends. Besides the 5am wake-up call and frigidly chilly morning and winds on the ferry, there were the long drives in which everyone threw out their own sarcastic witty remarks about god-awful radio DJs and the moments spent in silence where everyone stared out the window taking in the beautiful scenery of their home province.

There’s also something to be said about 7 people attempting to set up a tent together. And planning out sleeping arrangements. And then throwing sleeping bags and pillows at one another inside said tent.

The first afternoon was spent by the beach on the festival grounds, dipping our feet into (surprisingly) icy water and daring each other to take the first plunge in. Afterwards we spent our time air drying off in the sun with the glorious palette of the blue sky and water and green trees bordering the sides of our vision.

The main event came that night. As the families cleared out the young adult folk awakened. The sun, now a safe level behind trees, brought out a few brave souls who began the “hippie-dancing” as I like to call it. This is truly the only word I feel can describe the barefoot-flowy-skirt-lots-of-room-friendly-people-friends-all-around-you dancing that took us into the late evening. Not the standing around and bobbing one’s head that I am dismayed to admit is all too common; this is full out jumping and  actually feeling the music throughout your entire body and not just select appendages. I can proudly say I fulfilled my wish of dancing in a full hippie skirt and all I can say is: DAMN that was some heavy material….

I can gladly say that day 1 wasn’t even close to being completed. As the sun finished setting we found our way over to a bonfire where one of my friends recognized the people form her yearly festival-ing (Not a word. I know. Apologies). As the big group of us sang and laughed and drank and basked in the warmth of the fire I could not stop from looking up at the stars, completely in awe at the uninterrupted beauty that we aren’t able to fully appreciate in the city.


Next up! Pt II – The Cabin in the Woods (WE TALKED TO FAMOUS PEOPLE)