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crowjodojocasahouse · 6 months
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holy shit i am rediscovering starset and their music is so motherfucking good why am i not obsessed with this band
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Queen In Argentina   -“Pelo” Magazine-  March 1981  (28th February, 1981 Concert’s Review)  Part 1 
“Thanks to Queen, now everybody knows that...We are the champions” (This is a reference to the Football World Cup 1978, celebrated and won by Argentina). 
Many will never know. Some media (enthralled by the light of the spectacularity) will prefer the superficial, will diffuse tons of empty shells. They will say for example that the 28th of February 1981 was "the great night of  Queen", that they put on "a show", that "it was an explosion of the most modern technology." 
Some of that is likely to be part of the truth.  But what no one will say, what they won't want to know is that Queen's tour is the definitive and irreversible triumph of rock and its audience in  Argentina. And that they know the two hundred thousand people who made this tour possible and the one hundred of thousands who will live their circumstances. In each of these hearts, with that heartbeat that is so close to the essence of rock, the certainty and conviction grew that through Queen now everyone will know - even if they don't recognize it - that "We are the champions".
This rock music and this romantic audience that loves it, that were ignored, bastardized and mistreated by the big media for years and years, which were relegated from broadcasting, who endured the nicknames of “music-noise” and "deaf”, can not stop watching with a smile the madness of the press: the television trying to "capture the show", the newspapers and the weeklies "dead" with the art of Queen, the radios screaming "Queen” and “rock and roll” all over the air. Isn't it very touching to see all the big ones marveling at rock? But everything is fine. Let's open the way, let's just let the newcomers feel the embrace of joy, of love and of the avant-garde of this music. Let's be proud and let's enjoy a little vanity to have been right: Let's forgive them.
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The Arrival 
Surely not even the promoters of Queen's arrival to Argentina themselves, had an exact dimension of what the group's visit was going to provoke in the country. Since the very moment of their arrival, the band provoked a popular commotion like never had happened with any artist before. 
The first symptom of this situation manifested itself on the day of Queen’s arrival to Ezeiza International Airport. There it congregated several hundred of fans of the band and more than thirty others television journalists, newspapers and magazines from the capital and the interior.
Since very early the enthusiastic followers nervously waited for the arrival of their favorite group. carrying posters, banners, magazines. or simply a photo of Queen. The tension grew as time went by, accentuated when it became obvious that  the band would arrive with almost an hour of delay.
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Half an hour before the arrival of the flight that brought Queen from Rio de Janeiro, the journalists were lead to the VIP lounge where they could make their first contact with the band. Outside the hall, the public was struggling to get in, and there were some scenes of nervousness that didn't get any bigger. With faces fatigued from tiredness. John Deacon. Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor and Brian May made their entry in that order. After pose for the photographers they agreed to make some statements regarding the trip and expectations for the concerts.
Three girls, who skillfully managed to circumvent the surveillance (with the final assent of the organizer), couldn't repress the emotion that the moment woke in them, and one of them had a nervous breakdown that end up in grief stricken crying. 
The same scenes were repeated in the airport’s hall.   Those who had seen the musicians talked in the face of the ecstatic gaze of others. The quartet then dive into a caravan of cars waiting for them at the edge of the track, and they left to downtown.
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The Making
Exactly a week before Queen came onstage, the setting up of the giant stage that hosted them during their three performances in Buenos Aires. Aires began. On Monday, a hundred people began to work in the stadium, including English, American and Argentine technicians and assistants. Slowly, like an immense tower of Babel, they began to erect the structures that would prop up the gigantic stage. Using three mobile cranes they set up each of the stages to build the roof of the stage. In the middle of the week, the impression was that the day of the first concert was going to come quite tightly, partly because of the delay in the arrival of some teams, and also because of the embarrassing heat that was registered in those days.
Friday was the day of the band’s arrival, and the huge stage was already mounted in its totality. In the early hours of the night, the group arrive at the stadium for a television interview. Immediately they went to the playing field to check  the state of the works personally, but they had to take shelter when the storm began . Shaking off a few drops of rain May told us: “I hope it won't be like in England, because back there when it starts..."
With great haste all attendees covered the equipments with large pieces of plastic, and avoided taking contact with the equipment that was connected. Saturday dawned cool, and the first lights of the morning surprised a group of technicians who worked all night. Everything had to be ready for the dress rehearsal at mid-afternoon. And so it was. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Queen came up and checked sound and effects, especially the operation of the seven hydraulic cranes that make up the main lighting system. Very tired, but satisfied, the roadies enjoyed a well-deserved break in the sun. Rarely surprising was the effectiveness and precision with which all the members of the technical crew worked on this real clockwork machine that is Queen.
On Saturday afternoon, Queen checked sound for almost an hour and a half.  The group arrived at the stadium at 14:45 and immediately set to work alongside their assistants and sound engineers. The check began with a series of percussive passages by Taylor and continued with May's scores. So on were testing every single one of the instruments and microphones, for then play "Save Me”, "Death On Two Legs", "Play The Game”  and "Love Of My Life."
After each song, the band gave instructions to their assistants regarding the details to be adjusted. Taylor was especially concerned about his vocal team and May about his acoustic guitar. During the sound check, the volume of the tape that plays the operatic voices of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' was also adjusted. Once Deacon, May, Taylor and Mercury were pleased with all the technical aspects (including the theatrical effects, which were also checked), they retired to recognize the dressing rooms and then returned to the hotel.
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Day 2 – So Much Music, So Much Wine
Quick Disclaimer:  Suzy and I both love live music, which is awesome as music has always meant a lot to me. And now Jack, Bailey and Megan are all into music - so I am still learning about and loving new music, while keeping up with past favorites.  But I have grown to hate large crowds (might even be a phobia for the small-minded person - meaning me).  So, we pay attention to all the small venues in Seattle and see a lot of up and coming bands as well as lot of bands that are past their prime.  Pretty cool on the whole, but what we miss out on is the big tours, the bands in the their prime, for example U2’s most recent stadium tour. Not a chance that I would go to that even though I love U2.  But Susan is clever and not one to give up on something she wants to do.  As I mentioned in the Prologue a couple of years ago our friends the Wilbur’s mentioned BottleRock and Susan had her in. Combining and weaving my love for music with my addiction and love for red wine into her sales pitch. The opportunity to see the Red Hot Chile Peppers (never seen by me) and hang in Napa Valley. I was low hanging fruit. (Sorry not such quick disclaimer after all)
And here we are…
We woke up Sunday morning to a chill and the threat of rain and thunder (could be song lyrics).  Much different than our previous visits, where our fears mostly included sunburn and 100-degree weather.  No rain gear, no worries – Susan doesn’t believe in General Admission, that is so bourgeois.  We are VIP Baby and VIP gets you shelter, nice bathrooms, shorter food and drink lines and an obvious sense of superiority.  This of course could easily be disproved, but it’s our story, so stick it. Our friends the Robbs (Jill and John) flew in early that morning and met us for breakfast prior to rocking out.  As true festival goers our breakfast included eggs benedict, smoked salmon-arugula-egg flatbread, Belgium waffles with fresh a bananas and a ham-gruyere omelet, obviously the breakfast of music rebels everywhere.
From there we dropped off the muscle car, its head banging purpose complete and left for the festival.  As we arrived the clouds opened, and we again questioned our attire. We watched in utter horror as umbrellas were collected at the gate and tossed into waiting garbage cans - NOT ALLOWED.  But we were quickly reminded who we were. 
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We were VIP and loving every minute of it.  First Stop, I know hard to guess, the bar and wait, you guessed it a covered area looking over the main stage. We would never be anything but damp again as each big stage had a covered area waiting for us.
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We had been here before, the covered area previously acted as shade, apparently it can serve two purposes. With wine and cocktails in hand we quickly worked our strategy.  In the two years since we had last attended there were some improvements to VIP. The first being that they had set aside a huge portion of the field in front of the stage for those of us who wanted to see the performers up close.  More on that later.
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We headed back to the food and drink areas set aside for our elite status, which included some pretty awesome restaurants and drink options and an acoustic lounge, that featured performers who were finished with their sets or still yet to perform.  These quick and intimate performances lasted about 4 to 6 songs, with a much smaller crowd, maybe a 150 people at its largest. Pretty cool. Just a quick note: though we didn’t take advantage of this (or get taken advantage of by this) there was a booth selling very high-end CUPS of wines.  I wish I would have taken a picture of the menu for posterity.  You could get a small “plastic cup” of Joseph Phelps Insignia for a mere $72. It is here where we were quickly reminded that though we were VIP Special, we were way, way less special than the VIP Platinum attendees.
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After some food and drink and an acoustic set or two, we ventured out to the main stage to see Skylar Grey. My only knowledge of her was when we received the first set of promotional materials and I was scrolling through the various artists; I was stopped by the picture of her legs.  See the accompanying picture 😊. Apparently, she is a singer songwriter known more for songs that she has written for more famous artists, she is also currently a local of Napa and a big fan of wine, maybe we will hangout some time.  The first song performed was a song she wrote for Puff Daddy, P Diddy or whatever his current name is.  She had a fantastic voice, tons of tats, and yes great legs.
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We stayed for 4 or 5 songs, grabbed some fun pictures, and text-taunted our friends the Wilbur’s who went for multiple days and did GA, while hosting one of their daughter, a nephew and other young friends (as mentioned, VIP access got us pretty close to the stage)
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Next stop the Firefox stage to see Gang of Youths.  If you have been to a music festival, typically you will come across a band you do not know, know only one song, or maybe know a few and their performance far exceeds your expectations - You are now a fan!  In the past I have had that reaction to Coleman Hell, New Politics, Odesza – this year it was Gang of Youths, sorry for the bad pic, I have video, but not quite sure how to embed.  They were rockers from Australia, and the lead singer and guitarist looked like Jon Snow from Game of Thrones, so Suzy enjoyed them as well. Hmmmm… GoY vs GoT coincidence?  I think not.
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I was also able to capture this image during GoY, of the GA crowd behind me and my cup of cabernet.  I almost felt sad for their existence. Then I took another sip of cabernet, enjoyed the music and all was forgotten.
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We headed to the third of four stages to see the Teskey Bros, a blues band that Susan had become a fan of, but finally bumped into our friends Brian and Anne, pictured below drinking Frozés (yup rosé slushies) 
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and then stopped nearby for a quick visit to the Silent Disco.  A huge dance floor where everyone is provided a set of headphones that are channeling 2 or 3 different DJs.  Pretty funny to watch a bunch of people dancing together but to different music. On a channel that I wasn’t on, Don’t Stop Believing, by Journey was playing.  Half of the audience/dancers were singing along and singing so loud that I couldn’t hear my headphones, it was time to go.
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The Teskey brothers were good and we stayed for most of their set.  We then made our way back to the main stage, the acoustic lounge and the food and beverage area in time for the evening set.  This is where my funny wife stepped up.  After getting an unsatisfactory pour of bubbles while I was receiving an abundant one, she decided to watch me during my next order.  Again, I received above the line pours for both our drinks.  Susan screamed; you are flirting with the guy working the bar.  And then again yelled that I was flirting with the girl during our next stop. Obviously these days I don’t believe in gender labeling (thanks Megan for you guidance), so I just went about my business of flirting, I know right – I AM SO WOKE.  The entertainment ensued from there as Suzy started making friends with people who had arrived early enough for seats, or spaces at the rails or just looked fun. After hanging a while with Suz, they would then offer their spaces to her as they left – by the end of the day we each had a role… Flirty WOKE Guy and Friendly “Who’s Your Buddy” Girl a match made in rock and roll festival heaven
Evening set: First up was Michael Franti and Spearhead.  Seems like he performs every year at Bottlerock, and I’m not sure anyone has a better time doing so.  We were near the stage, but when Michael Franti performs, that means you only get to see him up close for half the time.  He is a bare foot performer who likes to wander out and sing in the crowd, and he does it well. This was the first performance we stayed at for the entire set.
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It was nearly 8:30 now and our backs and legs were nearly spent, but the headliner “Mumford and Sons” took the stage.  I’m a big fan of their music but was still surprised and awed by their performance. It was a bit harder than I expected, and they performed with so much energy it was great.  I will find a way to see them again, probably multiple times.
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It was a long day, and I was sore for a few days after standing and dancing for nearly ten hours. I’m am not interested in attending other festivals like Coachella, likely because they are not in Wine Country. I know snobbery right?
One insight I would like to share. If you are attending something like this and using a bankcard for drinks, check ahead of time with your bank, as we found out the hard way, that it looks suspicious if you make a bunch of small purchases in a day (food and drinks), in another state. The bank can and will freeze your card until the next day, or until you call them. The good news or easy solution is to carry cash or a second card.  Learn from our mistakes.  
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What you need to know - Rocket Mortgage Classic
By: DSP STAFF 6/26/19
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Detroit (DSP) -  As the PGA Tour’s inaugural Rocket Mortgage Classic starts competition on Thursday, fans attending need to be aware of this pertinent information in order to enjoy the first PGA Tournament to take place in the City of Detroit. 
PARKING
General spectator parking for the Rocket Mortgage Classic will be located at the Michigan State Fairgrounds, and fans will be shuttled to the main tournament entrance – making for a convenient and easy entrance to the event. Fans will enter the Fairgrounds on West State Fair Avenue between Woodward Avenue and John R Street and can then board a free shuttle to take them less than two miles to and from Detroit Golf Club. Parking prices at the Michigan State Fairgrounds will be $25 per day Thursday, June 27-Sunday, June 30. Attendees are encouraged to purchase parking online to simplify their entry into the event while also saving $5 on Tuesday-Sunday fees. Parking can be purchased online only as part of a ticket purchase.
The grass areas in Palmer Park where sponsors, partners and VIPs were scheduled to park will not be utilized due to the rainy weather this spring. Guests holding parking passes marked “Palmer Park A” or “Palmer Park B” will now park in a private VIP lot at the Michigan State Fairgrounds and should enter off Woodward Ave. between 8-Mile Rd. and State Fair Ave. VIPs will have dedicated, private luxury motor coach shuttles stocked with snacks and non-alcoholic drinks to take them on the two-mile route to the main entrance at Detroit Golf Club.
General parking will still be at the Michigan State Fairgrounds, with the entrance off West State Fair Avenue between Woodward Avenue and John R Street and shuttles provided to Detroit Golf Club.
Handicapped parking is located at the University of Detroit Mercy, with ADA accessible shuttles to and from Detroit Golf Club. Fans must have a handicap placard and ID that matches the placard to park in this lot.There is no public parking available on-site at Detroit Golf Club.
RIDESHARE
For those intending to use rideshare to get to and from the Rocket Mortgage Classic, the Palmer Park Community Building (1121 Merrill Plaisance Street, Detroit, MI 48203) is the tournament’s designated drop-off and pick-up location. Rideshare drivers will need to approach from the south via Woodward Ave., as Pontchartrain Blvd. is one-way only heading south.
PROHIBITED ITEMS, BAG POLICY & MOBILE DEVICE POLICY
Per  PGA Tour policy, all guests will be subject to inspection prior to entering the tournament. No bags larger than 6” x 6” x 6” will be allowed into the tournament. Here is a link to the complete list of Prohibited and Permitted Items https://www.pgatour.com/company/tournaments-prohibited-items.html
Area 313 
Area 313 is comprised of the 543-yard par-5 14th hole, the 160-yard par-3 15th and the 450-yard par-4 16th hole. This area of the course will be home to the tournament’s wildest fan atmosphere, offering the best sightlines with general admission stadium seating options and upgraded hospitality venues.
Activities 
All fans attending the Rocket Mortgage Classic will be able to participate in a variety of experiences in addition to watching professional golf. One of the largest fan zones on the PGA Tour will take over the DGC members’ driving range and an adjacent hole from the North Course that won’t be in play for the tournament.
Fans will find the Rocket Mortgage Shot for Heroes, where each attendee can step up to the tee and attempt a pitch shot for a chance to win cash and other prizes while also raising money for charity. For each participant, Rocket Mortgage will make a charitable donation to raise money for the Community Solutions “Built for Zero” initiative, continuing the company’s dedication to military veterans. In total, this activation has raised $1 million for military charities over the last four years.
Fans will also be offered kids activities, from face painting and pizza making, to mini golf and building a Lego golfer, in the Rocket Mortgage Classic Learning Lab powered by CDW and Acer. Unique food and drink options will be available throughout the course, with summer lounge areas offering a great place for fans to take a break and enjoy the atmosphere of the Rocket Mortgage Classic. Various interactive exhibits such as swing analysis, ball fitting and more will be included in the fan zone.
Special post-round entertainment will give fans reason to stick around after play on Friday and Saturday evenings during tournament week. Once the final putt drops, the back patio of the LendingTree Lounge behind the 16th green will be transformed into Chase Live @ The Rocket Mortgage Classic - a rocking live music venue. The venue will be open to all LendingTree Lounge ticket holders and Chase Sapphire card members, which is the Official Credit Card of the Rocket Mortgage Classic.
On Friday, June 28, American country singer Willie Jones will perform a unique acoustic set alongside a DJ. Having first risen to prominence as a contestant on FOX’s singing competition “The X Factor,” the Empire Records artist released his first single, “Runs in Our Blood,” last May and is set to drop his first EP and begin touring this year. He’ll be followed Friday by a performance from guitarist and singer Laith Al Saadi, a finalist on NBC’s “The Voice” who artistically blends blues, soul and classic rock. A product of the University of Michigan School of Music, he has worked with musical legends Luther Allison, Buddy Guy, Son Seals, Gregg Allman, B.B. King, Aretha Franklin and Paul Rodgers, and recently opened for Bob Seger.
Saturday, June 29, will feature an upbeat and lively performance from Morris Day and The Time. With an eclectic blend of soul, funk and rock, the band’s members – including Morris Day, Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis – have collaborated with some of the biggest names in music, from Prince to Janet Jackson. The group is beloved for its popular tracks “Jerk Out” and “Jungle Love.”
“Whether you get fired up by long birdie putts or just like socializing with friends over a few great cocktails or making pizza with your kids, there’s something for everyone to enjoy,” Jason Langwell added.
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For many of us the May long weekend signifies the unofficial beginning of summer. Summer – with its warm days and long nights, gathering with family and friends to enjoy good eats, fine weather and the great outdoors.
Q the music…
CBC Music and Live Nation had a recipe for success when they teamed up at Ontario Place’s RBC Echo Beach in Toronto on Saturday May 27th, to kick off the start of summer (and Festival season) with the CBC Music Festival.
CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
This 1 day festival was packed with land and water activities (SUP, kayak), food and beverage vendors, a VR tent, a scavenger hunt and showcased 20 Canadian artists performing across 4 stages for 9 solid hours.
And perform they did, for large and small crowds alike – including an impromptu gig by Scott Hellman in the commons with an intimate gathering of lucky fans. There really was something for everyone to enjoy, as was proven by the number of families in attendance. The fact that kids under 12 were admitted for free wasn’t just a brilliant marketing maneuver.
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
The Kid Zone had a wide range of activities for the little people, including a Rock N’ Roll Hair Salon and Tattoo Parlour (of the washable variety), an instrument petting zoo, as well as their own stage shows – hosted by CBC Studio K’s ‘Cottonball’. The area in front of the Kid’s stage became very crowded in the hour before Walk Off The Earth swung by to hang out for a Q&A session. Many in attendance wondering “What kind of instruments do you play?” “What’s your favourite song?” and “Who’s your favourite Super Hero?” to which each member of this down to earth group took turns answering. Before leaving the stage, they left their indelible mark on one tiny fan when they all agreed to sign her ukulele.
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
The first act to grace the Main Stage was an all-girl indie rock band called The Beaches, appropriately named for the Toronto neighbourhood they hail from. The smallish crowd that had gathered against the security fence surrounding the stage started growing from their very first electrified notes. Don’t let the idea of girl band confuse you, this wasn’t a Spice Girls performance; their sound was more Blondie meets The Runaways. Comprised of vocalist & bassist Jordan Miller, guitarist Kylie Miller, keyboardist Leandra Earl and Eliza Enman-McDaniel on the drums, these chicks know how to Rock N’ Roll and they brought it loud and hard! Performing a couple cover songs in between their own hits like “Little Pieces” and “Give it Up”, which is gaining radio play. This quartet quickly set the bar high for the rest of the day, and I’m sure gained more than a few new fans, myself included.
A wander past the food trucks and assorted market vendors was up next. It was a good thing too, because you couldn’t get near them later in the day. A sampling of pulpo, duck tacos, and curry fries filled the gap, washed down with a refreshing sudsy beverage. One nice thing about Echo Beach is that that the entire grounds are licensed, so attendees could wander from stage to stage with a can in hand, able to enjoy the music in person instead of relegated to far corner tent.
Needs sated, I detected a rhythmic hum filling the air, seeming to beckon me closer and drawing me in. It worked as I found myself standing outside the Tent Stage, catching a part of the Birds of Bellwoods set. These four young men from Toronto know how to bend the strings! Chris Blades on the electric guitar, Adrian Morningstar on the acoustic guitar, Steve Joffe on the Mandolin and Kintaro Akiyama on the upright bass (think cello). Their harmonies were smooth and I found myself wishing that I’d caught more than their last few songs. Definitely watch out for these up and coming talented musicians!
CBC Music Fest: William Prince. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
Back at the Main Stage we were treated to the stylings of William Prince. A phenomenal singer, songwriter, and storyteller, there’s a reason he was nominated for Aboriginal Artist of the year and won Juno for Contemporary Roots Album of the Year in 2017. His thought provoking lyrics and soft baritone voice were hauntingly beautiful. As people lounged on blankets around the stage soaking in the folk-country musical tales that were being sung, it seemed metaphorical of the ease with which William interacted with the gathered crowd, relating history and personal stories between songs. It’s hard to understand how we’ve not heard more from this Winnipeg native, but there is no doubt that we will be treated to future performances. In fact you can catch him for free at the NAC in Ottawa on July 13th at 6pm. Head to their website to secure free tickets.
CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
I didn’t want to miss BROS over on the Q Stage, and arrived just in time to catch their introduction. You may know them from a little group called The Sheepdogs, however if that’s what you were hoping to hear, then you might have been disappointed…. but not really. Ewan and Shamus Currie added a brass ensemble to their keyboard and guitar and turned the funk WAY UP. An initial gathering of mainly classic rock fans exploded into an all ages dance-athon. From the tiny toddler wigglin’ his way into inadvertent splits, to the would-be Willie Nelson, and every type of stripe in-between, BROS got the crowd moving, grooving and loving what they were offering up. And when they broke news of the passing of Gregg Allman and dedicated a song, it only put pause on the festive spirit out of reverential respect.
CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
Heading back to the Main Stage where I would ultimately end up the rest of the evening; the upcoming entertainers being part of the draw, the massive growing crowd being the other. Staking out a spot close to the stage would have required a lawn chair, a bottomless bladder and an unwillingness to enjoy any other artist since The Beaches took the stage hours before. Scott Helman was up next, and the squeals of teen and tween girls rose as he began his set with a little ‘PDA’. Relegated to standing on a small strip of pavement leaning against the VIP area, we were entertained by many of Scott’s familiar radio tunes, including: ‘That Sweater’, ‘Kinda Komplicated’ and ‘21 days’ – my personal fave, but that’s likely more a result of it being a song about zombies, and love, or maybe zombie love… but I digress. Whether he’s of the school of thought that “no press is bad press”, or he was experiencing overwhelming excitement, the crowd responded with amusement when he strangely exclaimed “Keep stealing my music!” Then realization set in, and he recovered with …. “or pay for it, if you want!” Scott’s genuine love and appreciation of his family was particularly evident when he enthusiastically exclaimed “That’s my Grandpa!” as one of many video cameras covering the event panned to a shot of a very proud looking patriarch grinning ear to ear, projected upon the side stage big screens. Scott ended his set with the catchy tune ‘Bungalow’ which brought more than half of the attendees to their feet, dancing and applauding.
CBC Music Fest: Ruth B. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
I made the unfortunate decision to get food before Ruth B took the stage. However as mentioned previously this would become a futile exercise which resulted in missing most of her set. Hungry and dejected I gave up my quest and returned just in time to catch her original song ‘Lost Boy’ which was thoroughly enjoyable.
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
Up next was the day’s first headliner, Walk Off The Earth. By this point the sun had started its descent in the western sky and Echo Beach lived up to its name. The crowd’s thunderous greeting of the band’s arrival on stage was only the beginning of one of the best live shows I’ve ever seen. Gathered with Whirley Tubes, and bells (and a back-up band) they opened the set with a recognizable YouTube cover of Adele’s ‘Hello’. They had the entire park on their feet from the moment they stepped on stage. Gianni, Sarah, Marshall, Joel and Mike Taylor aka Beard Guy, brought high energy and familiar tunes, of both original songs and covers, and were flawless in harmony and execution. Covering Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape of you’ and Pharrell Williams ‘Happy’, the audience certainly was as we moved and danced along. They also delighted with a number of originals such as ‘Gang of Rhythm’, ‘Fire in my Soul’ and ‘Home we’ll go’ – a song written while on the road about missing Canada.
When the band asked for a song suggestion someone in the crowd yelled out ‘Queen’, to which Beard Guy agreed to play Bohemian Rhapsody on the piano as long as the audience sang along. It’s a good minute and a half into the song before I realized the other band members have disappeared from the stage, as myself and the other karaoke Kings and Queens in attendance belt out the lyrics. The rest of the band returned in time for the head banging guitar solo, and we all continued to jam out like it was one big backyard party. The night wouldn’t have been complete without a 5 peeps 1 (modified) guitar setup, and again the group delivered, playing Goyte’s ‘Someone that I used to know’, and morphing into snippets of a variety of familiar covers, including ‘Twist & Shout’. With beach balls flying through the air, the palpable feeling of inclusion, the pyro and glitter, the on stage Ninja fight during the ‘Tae kwon do’ song, the entire show was brilliant from beginning to end. As fireworks exploded overhead signifying the end of the set, WOTE walked off the stage and into the hearts of all in attendance.
CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
Most of the families with young children headed out before the final act, but a couple of young girls camped out next to me told me they had waited all day to see their idol. Six time Juno award winner Serena Ryder took the stage and owned it for the remainder of the night. Opening with Stompa and like an implanted suggestion, the crowd got moving. The stage filled with lights and smoke, three guitarists including herself, drums, keyboard and two backup singers, she engaged the audience with her jazzy pop hit Electric Love. We were also treated to a song from her brand new Album ‘Utopia’ released just the day before. She returned to more familiar tunes such as ‘What I wouldn’t do’ before slowing the pace a little with a few songs like ‘Baby Come Back’ and ‘All for love’, which had the crowd swaying in unison. An intimate acoustic setting was created on a portion of the Main stage, complete with side table and night lamp, for which she asks the audience’s permission to continue. (Yes please! Do we mind?!) Serena’s song writing prowess speaks for itself, but to combine her powerful voice which conveys such emotion with gut wrenching lyrics can actually make one ‘Weak in the knees’; the performance of which had the crowd serenading her. Every phone in park swaying high overhead in her honour.
All in all the end of the night came too soon. So many Juno and various other award winners, many new up and coming acts, what an amazing way to showcase Canadian talent in a setting that is family friendly and that invites inclusion and participation. There were many other artists I didn’t get a chance to check out, but that gives me an excuse to return next year. I was blown away by the whole experience and would urge anyone that has any interest in music to check out the show. In fact you can catch highlights from the day, in a 1 hour special broadcast on CBC on Canada Day. For more information visit CBC Music Festival online
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CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: The Long War. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Long War. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Long War. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Ruth B. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Sarah Slean. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Sarah Slean. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: Sarah Slean. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Iskwe. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Bobby Bazini. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair
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CBC Music Fest: A Tale of Four Stages For many of us the May long weekend signifies the unofficial beginning of summer. Summer – with its warm days and long nights, gathering with family and friends to enjoy good eats, fine weather and the great outdoors.
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Anonymous requested: can you do an imagine where y/n has epilepsy and she’s watching Shawn on side stage but she has a seizure and he sees from his spot on stage and rubs over please   
Note: not my gif, I don’t know much about epilepsy so I did as much research as I could - please forgive me if some things are not accurate! I do not mean to offend anyone, ALSO I don't know whether to put a trigger warning but this does involve seizures!
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It was no secret that you had epilepsy - you had been living with it for years after you finally acquired a medical diagnosis by your doctor four years ago.
It definitely wasn’t hard to go about your daily life, but you were constantly steering clear of things that could potentially trigger a series of seizures; missing medication dosages, strobe lights, lack of sleep, low blood sugar - any of these things could send you to the ground in convulsions. To be more specific, you have photosensitive epilepsy.
It wasn’t hard for you to make sure you got sleep or didn’t miss any dosages of your medication or stay away from strobe lights, it was something you were constantly working on and aware of.
So, when you began dating Shawn, you made sure he knew of these things too. You alerted him that if he didn’t want to continue to go out with you, you were okay with that, but he asked you if you were crazy and kissed you, telling you he wasn’t going to leave.
He was and is, the best thing to happen to you in a while, though.
Especially now; you were on break from school and Shawn had gone on tour - practically begging for you to come along. You obviously agreed, loving Shawn with every fiber in your being and not wanting to be away from him for long.
Currently, you were sitting in the lounge area of the bus, reading a book. Shawn was busy with meet and greet stuff, as well as soundcheck and from doing practically nothing all day, you had received a huge headache. Shawn of course, immediately got worried, but you assured him that everything was fine and you were just a little tired. He then, ushered you back towards the bus and told you to take a nap before the show started.
That’s exactly what you did, but when you woke up from your nap, there was still about forty minutes left until you were planning on heading into the arena. You simply decided to spend your time, finishing the last chapter of the book that you were reading.
“Y/N?” You hear someone yell from the front of the bus.
“In the lounge area!” You yell back, reading the last two lines of the book before you put the book down beside you.
Brian walked in, giving you a smile.
“Hey, Y/N. The show is about to start soon and Shawn asked for me to come get you.”
“Well, thanks Brian, I must’ve lost some time while reading because I could’ve sworn that I had at most an hour left.” You stand up, following him out of the bus.
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you’re a nerd.” Brian pokes you and you shove him, laughing.
“Rude.” You say, walking into the arena.
You could hear the screaming girls (and guys) lined up outside, waiting to get in if they weren’t already in - because they didn’t have VIP. You briefly hear your name yelled and you turn around quickly, waving at a few girls who had waved at you.
Shawn was currently backstage, tuning his acoustic guitar, while adjusting his in-ears. His face seemed to be focused, so you stood back - wanting him to finish what he was doing before you disturbed him. However, you didn’t have to wait that long, for he looked up and smiled once he saw you, completely erasing the serious look off of his face.
“Hi, babe.” Shawn smiles, wide, excited for the first show of the tour.
“Hey, you ready?” You ask, already knowing the answer to your question.
“Hell yeah!” Shawn says, pumped.
“Shawn, you’re up, good luck man.” One of his tour manager’s slaps his shoulder lightly
“Thanks.” Shawn says, smiling.
He walks towards you and places his hands on your waist, bringing you as close as you could be to him.
“Thank you for being here with me, it makes things a lot more special.” He kisses you and you smile as his lips touch yours.
“Good luck out there, I love you.” You say, pushing away form him.
“I love you, too, I’ll see you after the show, I guess. You’ll be watching right?”
“What else would I be doing?” You laugh, shaking your head.
“And you took your meds, right?” Shawn looks at you worriedly and you roll your eyes.
“Yes, dad, I did. Now go and perform, good luck.”
You feel awful because you hadn’t taken your meds, but you didn’t need to take them for another hour or so since your last dosage hadn’t exactly stopped working yet.
Shawn just smiles and turns away from you, walking onto the stage - screams erupting.
The show was almost over, but you had taken a peak at the set list and saw that Treat You Better was being performed next - people could call you basic, but it was one of your favorites.
Unfortunately for you, you were unaware, that at the beginning of the song, intense dark blue strobe lights were turned on.
This was not good. Due to your last dosage being taken such a long while ago, you knew that your seizure was going to be unavoidable - if you had taken your next dosage, this seizure that you were about to have could’ve been avoided (not likely though).
Your vision became blurred and a tingling began to spread throughout your body, while your mind began racing through multiple thoughts at once and before you knew it, you were crashing against the cement floors of the arena.
Unfortunately for you, you were not one of those people who ends up losing consciousness during your seizures, you feel as if you’re being shocked by an electrical current, you’re not able to see things clearly, and you can smell rubber burning - or some other material being burned right next to your face.
However, you were still able to hear. So, what you did hear, caused you to panic. The music had stopped and the arena was filled with confused voices as footsteps are heard running towards you.
“Oh my god, Y/N, can you hear me?” Shawn asks, sounding panicky and like his heart is more than likely racing. “Someone help me roll her over!”
You lightly feel hands turning you onto your side, with slight difficulty as your convulsions were at their peak.
“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m right here. I’m right here, it’s okay.” Shawn’s voice cracks and you can immediately tell that he’s trying not to completely freak out.
Slowly, but surely, you know that you’ve stopped convulsing due to the smell of something burning vanishing and your body doesn’t feel as if it’s being electrocuted anymore.
“Y/N?” You hear Shawn say your name. “Y/N, can you hear me?”
It takes a few minutes for you to fully come back and be able to speak, but the people around you are patient.
“Y/N?” Shawn asks softly as you fully regain your state of mind, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair.
You see his eyes are a little puffy, probably from him rubbing at them to not cry.
Your body feels cold as it stays laying against the concrete, some drool making its way onto your cheek.
You’re finally able to get your muscles to relax and wipe the drool from your mouth - feeling completely embarrassed.
“Can you hear me, baby?” Shawn speaks slowly and calmly.
You nod your head, your not being able to catch up with your thoughts just yet.
“That’s good, that’s good.” Shawn repeats himself, pulling your body into his lap and you grab at his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry.” You say, your voice scratchy.
“Stop it, you have nothing to be sorry for - I’m sorry Y/N, I had no idea that they were going to be doing the strobe lights. If I had known, I would’ve told you to not watch that song. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” You say lazily.
Your eyes pick up the amount of people that are around you, waiting to make sure you’re okay and you feel extremely embarrassed now and even a little self-conscious.
“Let’s go, come on.” Shawn says, hoisting you up and carrying you out of the arena, back onto the bus.
“Shawn,” you say sleepily, cozying up in his bunk. “You need to finish the show.”
“I had Andrew go out and tell them that something happened and I wasn’t able to finish the show.”
Well, now you felt guilty, too.
“No, Shawn, you have to go.” You say, but you were extremely powerless against Shawn at this very moment.
“No, I’m going to get you your medication that I know you didn’t take, and then you’re going to get some rest.”
“How’d you know I didn’t take it?” You ask, yawning.
“Because when you lie, your eye twitches.” He chuckles.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You wonder.
“Because I assumed there was a good reason as to why you were waiting to take it, but I guess I was wrong. Please, Y/N, don’t lie to me like that ever again, okay?”
You nod and he kisses your forehead, before going to grab your medication.
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Another little side note: a couple of my friends had seizures while I was with them and it was hard to watch them go through while I felt so helpless :( it’s a super scary situation so I suggest that you guys go and research what to do if you see someone having a seizure! I didn’t know what to do the first time and the paramedics explained to me what I could’ve done to help - you never know! I do know that the second time it happened, I was a little more educated and knew some things that I could do before the paramedics came.
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Having done a lot of Anjuna-related travel in the weeks prior to Anjunabeach, my excitement didn’t really develop until I was waiting for my Anjuna Angel John at the Portland airport.  As we got to the gate, we ran into 6 Portland Anjunafam who were on our flight. Erin had painted an amazing picture of Above & Beyond playing to a crowd and had arranged gifting it to them at Anjunabeach the next day.  John and I scurried to the lounge to grab some breakfast and requisite mimosas before our flight boarded. After takeoff, one of the flight attendants noticed John’s A&B Acoustic shirt and asked if we were also going to Anjunabeach.  She said her kids had hooked her on A&B years ago and then gave us free drinks!
The rest of our Anjunacrew was on a later flight so we hopped in the hotel van to chill with our friends.  As it was Erin’s birthday weekend, Devon had a round of tequila shots delivered to the room as they discussed their tattoo plans.  They found a parlor that was taking walk-ins, so off we went for some birthday tattoos! Anjuna logo for Erin, Cirez D for Judit, and J’ai envie de toi for Devon while the rest of us went to lunch.  
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John and I were picked up in the Anjunavan and reunited with our Anjunacrew to head to our Anjunabnb.  (You bet your ass we were Anjuna-labeling everything all weekend!) There’d been a bit of a snafu with our original airbnb being double-booked and since we tend to make magic happen, we were re-booked at no extra charge at a nicer spot half a block from the beach!  Like kids at camp, we all rushed the rooms to claim our beds, changed and headed to the beach.
We dragged the speaker to the beach to blast some Anjuna and I ran straight to the ocean.  Having grown up in Hawaii, I’m a water baby, so Lance and I went for a swim while Anjunadad David was yelling at us “don’t go so far!”  I could hear Anjunamom Ashley saying “she grew up in Hawaii, I’m sure she’s fine!” The sun was disappearing in the clouds as we did a quick change and then walked to a local taco spot where we lost Devon to see Gareth Emery at TIME.  We told him to report back on how it was since we would be there for Above & Beyond’s Anjunabeach afterparty the following night. Tacos and margaritas were had and we did a booze stop on our way back. Invite texts and calls were going out to the homies as we tested out how soundproofed the house was.  After doing a bit of an Ace Ventura sliding glass door test, we were cleared to par-tay!
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On the Decks in the Anjunabnb
Michael got the turntables fired up and the Elliptical Sun crew were the first to show up.  Of course there was the inevitable arguing over who wanted what tracks played. This then led into who was the most anticipated act and what tracks might be played at Anjunabeach the next day.  More Portland and Seattle friends dropped by throughout the night and as the party wound down, Devon finally rolled in around 3am. Apparently his phone died and he walked several miles in the wrong direction til he was able to catch a cab.  After cleaning his tattoo we all headed to bed.
One of the first ones up, I started rounding up the crew for some brunch.  Nikki and I were searching for a good spot and landed on the same one right on the water.  As we opened the menus, we were a bit shocked by the cost of breakfast (Cali, right?!?) until we noticed that it included bottomless mimosas.  Suddenly the price was totally worth it! After we imbibed about a bottle of champs each we headed back to the Anjunabnb. With the arrival of Amy, our Anjunacrew was complete.  While the girls started getting ready, Michael hit the decks again.
After herding the cats, everyone piled into the Anjunavan and we headed to Anjunabeach.  Seeing all the beautiful glittery people walking towards the venue was really exciting! An Anjunafam friend was giving away a VIP ticket, so I messaged him on FB and he emailed me the ticket.  GODDAMN I LOVE ANJUNAFAM! I could now hang out with John in VIP if I wanted, not to mention the bathrooms are always nicer #girlproblems. We parked a ways from the venue and along the walk, David found a giant palm leaf which he decided was going to be his totem, and dubbed it the Anjunafan.  Anjunamom Ash was against the idea, whereas I was in full support. A, I wanted to see what security said when he walked in with it. B, I’d benefit from being able to spot the crew from anywhere in the crowd. And C, I mean, come on, it was going to be a source of endless hilarity. This was when David dubbed his wife Ash as the angel on his shoulder, and me, the devil, since I’m always egging him on.  It was a pretty fair assessment.
We split up to walk in the different GA and VIP entries and immediately bump into Cody, a friend of John’s I’d met at 250.  He said to his girl friend, “do you remember Sandra from 250?” And she goes “YEAH! The butt biter!” Yup, that’s me! I do have a tendency to bite beautiful women’s bubbly butts at festivals.  Of course, AFTER asking for permission, cause my momma raised me right. #notsorry
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Unfortunately, we’d missed most of the yoga set so we meandered our way through the VIP area, found a convenient entrance directly onto the rail and then made our way back to find our group as Luttrell began.  Having seen him multiple times in the last couple months, I decided to enjoy more of the venue than I normally do and convinced John to go on the carnival swings since I didn’t get to ride any rides at Paradiso the weekend before.  It was on our walk to the carnival rides that I realized exactly how big the venue was and remembered how taxing it is to walk on sand. John needed to stop for a breather and we discussed how sexy our calves were gonna be the next day.  Thankfully the line was short, so we only had to wait a little bit before I was hopping on a swing. I made John take a picture and as soon as it started up I imagined I was a P-51 Mustang with my arms out like an airplane, making bomber noises and returning imaginary fire from the Luftwaffe.  Of course I had to ham it up even more as the swings dipped us down towards the line of people waiting for their turn and was amply rewarded by them cracking up, a few even returned fire. Oh yes, I really am a huge nerd. Feeling light as a feather after some time in flight, John and I decided to check things out a little and found a giant beach chair, so of course took the photo opportunity.  The crowd was growing by the time we found our friends again where we danced together until I flitted off like the social butterfly that I am.
I returned to the rail, a bit stage left where I met a beautiful new friend, Claire, who was seeing A&B for the very first time.  Introductions were made to her group, a mixture of newbies and old hats. As I was chatting with them, all of the sudden someone surprised me and lifted me up on their shoulders.  I almost toppled over backwards, but Devon had me. The view was amazing from up there and we danced a bit to the mustachioed man’s Don’t Forget to Breathe, one of my Luttrell favorites until he put me down.  I decided I wanted to wear his shades for a while so we swapped, although it took some convincing that my heart sunglasses looked as good on him as they did on me. One of my favorite people to dance with, Devon and I did some swing dance twirls and then he shuffled it up a bit.  Ran into Eevee, another Seattle friend I’d just spent the past weekend with at Paradiso and we all danced together at the rail.
Lane 8 came on and we headed back to our group since several of them are huge fans of his.  Most of us had been at his This Never Happened Portland tour stop and I wanted to experience it with them again.  His set started out with some fire, which I was very thankful for as he tends to be a little more chill. We danced together til his set started veering back into the more subtle deep house he prefers.  I was hoping that he’d play Skin and Bones, but alas! Feeling a bit antsy, I asked if anyone wanted to go on the carnival swings. Three of the group were ready, so I led the way.
Now, crowds don’t typically bother me at all, but as I was ducking and dodging people, it seemed like the Ferris Wheel was even farther away than it had been when we left the crew.  I got a slightly panicky feeling and then reminded myself I was surrounded by Anjunafam, so just chill girl, you got this! In the line for the swings, the group picked if they were going to be Allies or Axis, as I informed them we were about to be in the dogfight of our lives.  When I asked which way to return fire if I holler that there’s a Messerschmitt approaching at your 3:00 and was met with blank looks, I had to explain the clock system to the amateurs of the group. After they understood the system, I made some new friends in line who wanted to play along.  When we got up and started swinging around, there were 7 of us all shooting and returning fire.
After the ride we walked back the long way to get a drink and make our way back to the VIP section.  We came across a zombie who was taking pictures with girls and then asking for their numbers to send the picture to them.  Mmmmhmmmm… I see you dude. Mat Zo was on by this time and I was transported back to Red Rocks where I’d seen Mat play for the first time.  Just like Red Rocks, he was my most anticipated act of the day, and he didn’t disappoint. His set was a great mix of hits from the 2012 Anjunabeats presents, 2013 Damage Control and 2016 Self Assemble.  As we were yet again cutting through the crowd to find our friends, he hit us with his fresh new house release Bad Posture. So rather than doing my typical “excuse me, excuse me hon” dipping through the crowd, I was dancing through/with everyone and giving high fives as he fed that funky track right into Soul Food.  Knife Party’s Destroy Them With Lasers was on by the time we found the Anjunacrew and I jumped around with them while I was hearing Mike Myers saying LASERS in my head. Then Mat blew my mind when I heard the opening chords of Underworld’s Born Slippy. I was momentarily speechless and stood there with my mouth hanging open.  1995’s Born Slippy was one of the first electronic tracks I’d ever heard, and it’s one of the iconic tracks that paved my way into the world of raves. And GODDAMMIT, he did it again with a remix of Lustral’s 1997 track Everytime. I’m officially a Mat Zo fangirl. Where’s the Mat Zo fanclub at? Sign me up!
Anjunabeach Chair
Half of the Anjunacrew
Erin Gives the Boys her Painting
Above & Beyond took the stage and the boys got things going with a Chocolate and Sirens of the Sea mash up, which was perfection as it matched the Sirens kandi gifted by Amy that morning that I was fist bumping as I danced.  All of the sudden I spotted Hayley, a fellow Anjuna Angel in front of us so I scooched through the crowd to finally meet in person. We’d been dancing next to each other at Porter Robinson in Vegas the month prior and yet this was the first time we officially met.  The wistful piano of Cold Feet began and Hayley turned and gave me the biggest hug. She knew it was a track that makes me hurt a bit as I’ve had several men in my life who have trampled me with their cold feet. I stayed with Hayley’s group through Virtual Self’s Ghost Voices which we’d both heard Porter play in Vegas.  I then decided I needed to get back up to the rail to see Paavo and Tony up close and personal with my new friends.
What I’ve always admired about Above & Beyond is their seamless transitions and how the lyrics in the succession of tracks belong together.  I recently healed from a devastating break up and became Alright Now and it’s often been the beat of the drum touching me Lovingly that’s made me forget about my bad luck with love.  It was perfect timing that I was bequeathing my new friends their first pieces of Anjunabeach-themed kandi that the track of the same name began playing. As I danced around with my eyes closed, it truly was Happiness Amplified and my smile only grew bigger as I recognized Andrew Bayer’s remix of the 2000 classic Strange World.  Remembering that David had specifically requested that I NOT social butterfly all day and make sure I spent time with him, I headed back as I could tell by the cooling air that it would be ending soon. Jumping up and down to Ilan’s Will We Remain as I made my way back to the Anjunacrew, David was nowhere to be found. Oh well… I tried David!  With arms around each other, we sang our hearts out to Sun & Moon and of course screamed for an encore as the music died down.
I’ve never seen the boys NOT play an encore, and their selection of On The Beach was a bit of odd perfection.  While swaying to this gentle melody, I looked around and saw many people with tears in their eyes. The ending of any Above & Beyond event tends to leave me overjoyed and ebullient, but this track left me melancholy.  Were it not for the knowledge that I was going to see the boys play TIME in a couple hours, I would’ve broken into tears then and there as Justine sang “Say goodbye to all your friends. Time to leave and go home again.  Sad to fly and leave behind the sun.” I can barely wait til the next time I see all my furry friends on the beach!
Anjunafam in an Anjunabnb on Anjunabeach Having done a lot of Anjuna-related travel in the weeks prior to Anjunabeach, my excitement didn’t really develop until I was waiting for my Anjuna Angel John at the Portland airport.  
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progarchy · 7 years
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by Rick Krueger
The sun shone warmly again on the south side of Chicago as Progtoberfest III kicked off its second day.  Taking in the view as I exited the ‘L’, it was amusing and welcoming to see a familiar screaming face painted on the exterior of Reggie’s:
Hoping to get Alphonso Johnson’s and Chester Thompson’s autographs in the VIP Lounge the night before, I’d struck up a delightful conversation with members of the North Carolina Genesis tribute band ABACAB.  In 2016, festival organizer Kevin Pollack had given them “homework” for this year: to play all of Genesis’ live album Seconds Out on the 40th anniversary of its release.  You could tell the band was nervous (they focus on 1980s Genesis to get bookings, so they had to learn half the album in the past year) but also absolutely thrilled to bring it to the Rock Club stage.  And on Saturday afternoon, they nailed it, to the joy of an enthusiastic, supportive crowd and rave reviews from other acts.  They’re already planning to return to Reggie’s in April as a headliner, and for Progtoberfest IV next October.  Check out why below:
As my festival survival strategy took shape, I decided on a quick walk outside — especially since the old Chess Records building, one of the historic sites of electric blues and early rock’n’roll, was just two blocks away on Michigan Avenue. Great music was made here by so many artists — Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Etta James, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry, even The Rolling Stones, The Yardbirds and early Fleetwood Mac.  Now in the hands of Willie Dixon’s Blues Heaven Foundation, a quick tour of the building provided a lovely little look at a tiny studio that moved the world.
Back at the Rock Club, Wave Mechanics Union took the stage.  Highly recommended by prog saxist Jamison Smeltz, it’s the only big band I’ve ever heard that started their set with Yes’ “Siberian Khatru” and closed with a Jethro Tull medley. In between, they romped through swinging, harmonically sophisticated arrangements of tunes by Queen, King Crimson, Gentle Giant, Pink Floyd, Rush and Tom Waits.  Think Postmodern Jukebox for progressive rock – it was serious fun, audacious and impeccably performed.
Next up was CAST; founded by almost 40 years ago by keyboardist and composer Alfonso Vidales, Mexico’s preeminent proggers wasted no time digging in.  The extroverted septet brought the goods to the excited audience with their polished, passionate, complex epics.  A nice, loud metal edge and the first violin I’d spotted for the weekend added a different spice to the enjoyable musical recipe.
Then it was over to the Music Joint for the first time, to check out Joe Deninzon & Stratospheerius.  They served up gleefully deranged power pop with a gutsy (if sometimes odd-timed) backbeat, including a double time cover of Muse’s “Hysteria.”  And hearing two violins in a row certified that I was at a prog festival, especially as Deninzon made loops with his voice, then channeled them through his souped up fiddle, to make the strings sound like anything but.
Hearing Mike Keneally & Beer for Dolphins back in the Rock Club, I had the unavoidable mental picture of a completely sober driver weaving on and off the road, just for kicks.  Like his mentors Frank Zappa and Steve Vai, Keneally weaves quick snippets of musical normality and nuttiness together; the result, even in a power trio format, is a dense, disconcerting, but oddly enjoyable tapestry.  Oh, and singing while playing keyboards with your right hand and guitar with your left, all at the same time, goes beyond prog right into downright crazy.
Helping out following unavoidable cancellations by other bands, Dave Kerzner took to the stage in the Music Joint for what turned out to be my favorite set of the festival.   Kerzner and band hit peak intensity quickly with Sound of Contact’s “Not Coming Down,” then turned it up for New World’s “My Old Friend” and “Stranded.”  With a few words of tribute to Pink Floyd’s Rick Wright, Durga McBroom took things even higher with a transcendent performance of “The Great Gig in the Sky;” she was completely in possession of the room, doing her family, who came all the way from Detroit to hear her, proud.  And Jamison Smeltz (him again!) hopped onstage to join in a tribute to the late Greg Lake: the complete In the Court of the Crimson King album, which really brought down the house.  An utterly amazing 75 minutes.
And, at long last, the moment came that had convinced me to take in all three days of Progtoberfest: a quintet version of The Tangent/Karmakanic, playing a double-length set from both bands’ catalogs in the Rock Club.  It was an absolute treat to finally see and hear Andy Tillison’s delightfully sardonic introductions and story songs in person, and to revel in his mind-meltingly good keyboard playing.  Tillison’s animated personality is the perfect match for Jonas Reingold ‘s earnest lyrics, melodic bass playing and bone-dry humor (while a glitch in the keyboard sound was addressed, Reingold told one painfully bad joke after another, reminding us after each one how it was, and I quote, “so funny.”). The set was pleasingly tilted towards longform material, with the whole band shining on “Send A Message from the Heart,” “God, the Universe and Everything No One Really Cares About, Parts 1 & 2” and “Where Are They Now?”
But the most moving moment came at the start of the second set: Tillison quieted the crowd for a new song, “Sanctuary in Music,” dedicated to the victims of recent attacks on concerts in Paris, Manchester and Las Vegas.  And in the middle of the song, thirty seconds of silence, in memory of those who had died, took over.  And held.  And, if only for that moment, purged the pain Tillison (and so many of us) so obviously felt at such senseless loss.
(One further Tangekanic note: the guys in the band really entered into the spirit of the festival.  I couldn’t count how many times on Friday and Saturday I would look around only to see Andy, Jonas or drummer Steve Roberts standing to one side or behind me, checking out yet another act.  They also brought Wobbler front man Marius Halleland — who had had to cancel their appearance when the US turned back the rest of the band at the border — onstage for a number.  Needless to say, they were generous with their time in the VIP Lounge as well.)
  Alas, I had to catch the train, so I was unable to stay for Bruce Soord’s acoustic set in the Music Joint.  The version of The Pineapple Thief’s “Tear You Up” that I caught on the way out sounded great, though.
Finally, props to the bands I didn’t get to see on Saturday: Frogg Cafe, The Pneumatic Transit, The Renegades, King Llama and Necromonkey.
You can check out my review of Progtoberfest III’s Day One here.
Progtoberfest: Day Two Report by Rick Krueger The sun shone warmly again on the south side of Chicago as Progtoberfest III kicked off its second day. 
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Forest Hills Stadium
Summer 2017 continues to see the latter-day rebirth of Forest Hills Stadium. Now going into its 94th year of existence, the former home of the U.S. Open has continued its rich legacy of being the site for a number of historic concerts held during its heyday from the 1960s through the early 1980s, when the likes of The Beatles, Barbra Streisand, Frank Sinatra, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, The Police, Talking Heads and Marvin Gaye graced this Queens stage.
Since reopening the stadium in 2013, Madison House Presents music promoter and booking agent Mike Luba hasn’t missed a beat. With Mumford & Sons getting the ball rolling four years ago, Luba has given concert-goers the opportunity to see an impressive array of national acts to play the stadium including Bob Dylan, The Who (both who had played here earlier in their careers), Dolly Parton, Santana, Van Morrison, Chic, D’Angelo and Paul Simon, who performed a two-date homecoming set last year.
This season is no different as The xx, Hall & Oates, Tears for Fears, The Chainsmokers and Sigur Ros have already played, with Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, John Mellencamp, Emmylou Harris, The National, Interpol and My Morning Jacket slated to fill the remainder of the season.
“I think we are all pretty pleased with the diverse and eclectic lineup. We covered a lot of musical ground this summer,” he said. “The [artists] love it. There is a real circuit, which tends to be an endless tour and then you get to a place like this that tends to be unique and I think it’s a really nice change of pace for everyone. And then the fact that the stadium itself is so intimate and the crowd is so immediate and intense that the gigs, so far, have all been great. We’ve been charmed and lucky.”
Owned by the West Side Tennis Club since it was erected in 1923, Forest Hills Stadium got its most recent upgrade when Luba arranged to have benefactors pour between $4 to $5 million into renovating the space and wound up putting another $1 million into the infrastructure as a means of making this a more upscale concert-going experience. Last season saw the addition of upscale Port-a-Potties that included air conditioning, running water, flushable toilets and sinks in the bathrooms.
This year’s improvements included doubling the size of the entrance concourse and replacing the red clay surface with synthetic grass. But for the most part, this year’s upgrades are invisible to the human eye, despite having a substantial overall impact.
“This season we did lots of infrastructure upgrades—drainage, paving, stage area and the box office,” Luba explained. “The biggest improvement is the expanded grassy main concourse area.”
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Entrance to Forest Hills Stadium Photos by Adam Macchia)
A peek inside one of the newly renovated secret private lounges
Guests gather together before to show
View of the sunset from the upper level of Forest Hills Stadium
The craft beer station is always
The audience waits excitedly for The XX to begin.
The XX plays to a full house.
The light show wowed the crowd.
Among the more unique nuances Forest Hills Stadium boasts are hidden private lounges which provide a stellar sightline to the stage. Last year, four of them opened, including one where VIPs, friends of the performers and concert organizers entered through a fake Port-a-Potty and were allowed access with the help of a password. Like their predecessors, the ones that have been added this year are not unlike a high-class speakeasy complete with a full bar, vintage tennis ephemera and other items unearthed during renovations. The new lounges also include outdoor patio areas featuring fake grass, bordered by hedges, and new iron arches inspired by drawing designs of the 1920s version of the stadium.
With this venue being in the middle of the residential neighborhood that is Forest Hills Gardens, Luba diligently works on being a good neighbor. Noise concerns and increased foot traffic have been addressed by rerouting concert-goer flow so fans wind up walking along where Burns Street abuts the Long Island Rail Road, and installing sound-absorbing material along the fence lining the perimeter of the stadium’s property, adding stairway enclosures to muffle leaking sound and noise-proofing the side and rear portions of the permanent stage. Aesthetics are also being addressed via plans to start upgrading the outside fencing surrounding the venue, which hasn’t been touched since the 1950s.
The Who at Forest Hills Stadium in 2015
“People have actually complained that the acoustic soundproofing has made it so that no one can hear music being played just outside the stadium,” the Albertson native pointed out.
Given that Forest Hills Stadium is not unlike the equivalent of a summer home that needs constant upgrades, everything having to do with this space makes it very much a work in progress that includes a learning curve being built into each subsequent season with a wish list attached to it.
“Every year the stadium and the grounds reveal new things and we try as hard as we can to listen to what is being told to us and take steps to make things better,” Luba said. “It feels like it will be an ongoing and potentially endless quest to get things just right.”
Visit www.foresthillsstadium.com to find out more about Forest Hills Stadium. 
Forest Hills Stadium has transformed itself into a fabulous destination for music lovers. This season's lineup is underway with upcoming acts including The National, Interpol and My Morning Jacket. Check out what's new at the hot concert venue and view our photo gallery from last month's The XX concert. Summer 2017 continues to see the latter-day rebirth of Forest Hills Stadium. Now going into its 94th year of existence, the former home of the U.S.
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