It’s not every day that you get to attend a friend’s wedding, let alone an impromptu topless ceremony in the midst of a music festival. But if you’re going to make a career of touring around festivals full time it’s bound to start happening, at least on the weekends. Festivals, by their nature, are designated drop-off points for inhibitions, and given the opportunity your garden-variety 9-5er will happily wade into the deep end of the pool, once they’ve found a taste for it; abandoning their social mores, and often their clothes along the way. For the veterans, it’s championing the perpetual weekend, and proudly rallying around the freak flag, and Messtival, in Anagance, New Brunswick, is their Iwo Jima. Continue reading Happy Birthday Messtival, Hope It’s Your Last
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Why You Should Be Listening To Kill Chicago Right Now
Greg Webber is going to die on stage. He’s going to be up there drenched in sweat, veins bulging from his neck, singing his guts out, when something is going to pop. He’s going to do it for you, and for rock and roll, and for all the blood, sweat, and tears that go into performing. Seeing Kill Chicago live is like watching an act of self immolation. Continue reading Why You Should Be Listening To Kill Chicago Right Now
Folly Fest 2015
“You’re snoring.”
That’s odd. I hadn’t heard anyone snoring. Then a crackling sting spreads across my scorched flesh and with it comes a sudden and embarrassing realisation. I had been sitting there on the shores of the Saint John River, warming myself in the sunshine, when my lights finally winked out. Folly Fest is a gruelling three days of nearly non-stop revelry and music, and only those possessing a superhuman level of endurance, or a source of military grade energy drink, can survive the sixty hour-long gauntlet without blinking. Continue reading Folly Fest 2015
Midsummer Madness 2015
“Do you do acid?”
It was the question I was being asked again and again this weekend, often repeatedly from the same person within only a few short moments. “I just did two hits of speed, and a bit of acid. It really makes the experience so much better. I’d dose you right now if I had some.” Continue reading Midsummer Madness 2015
Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible
Art is a lot like religion. It’s an expression of our perception of the world around us. Some is very deliberate, with a strong sense of tradition, finding comfort in long-established rules. Some is created in opposition to those rules, and some, like wild shamans, are happy to find a basis in their own unique experiences. What becomes apparent when you spend time talking with artists, is that, whichever the case, that perception, and the expression of it, is vivid, sacred, and compulsory. So when asking Deanna Musgrave about her artistic process, it wasn’t surprising when she began working out my astrological profile. Continue reading Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible