Well, this evening had its up and down, but after all is said and done, you kind of have to take the good with the bad. Oh well.
My day: As has become my M.O., I packed my RFF Survival Kit before leaving the house for work, and set off by bike. After a long day of counting the minutes, I finally headed downtown, locked the bike, and got in line, earlier than usual. Chatted with a couple of friends, worked on my sunburn, and waited eagerly for the gates. Once in, I probably grinned like an idiot for the first hour, as I settled into my usual spot and refamiliarized myself with the surroundings. Man. I love this festival!
Who I came to see: Blitz The Ambassador
Who blew me away: Joel Plaskett. What a pro! Great songs, great style, clearly knows his way around an audience. Yeah. Knew exactly how to please the crowd!
Highlights: None, really. It was great visiting with friends, but that’s about it.
Best part of the night: Though terribly brief, spending a bit of time at a friend’s apartment after the rest of the show was cancelled. Could have easily stayed there, drinking wine and telling stories. I was out-voted 6 to 1 for O’Hanlon’s though.
Regrets: Everything was CANCELLED!!! Damn it! In the middle of Blitz The Ambassador – the guy I’d been waiting months to see, an announcement is made that the weather is too bad to continue. I biked home, sulking, then it stormed like hell for an hour, then wine, then O’Hanlon’s (in which I did not partake).
Overall: The night started off fine, but sadly turned into a bit of a let down. Not the Folk Fest’s fault, of course. Just the was I crumbles, cookie-wise. Tomorrow will be better.