Ah,
the Strumbellas! What a shot in the arm they were to kickstart this Sunday afternoon. Entirely barefoot they stomped and yelped through a rollicking set of folk-tinged bangers. Off the top they were slightly subdued but a couple tracks in they hit their stride and the energy became infections and had the crowd swiftly on their feet. A Lake Stage sand storm ensued as we spun and clapped along and even welcomed the tilly-hatted, bespectacled, bearded lead into our midst. Once back onstage alongside his heavy-footed keyboardist they amped it up on
The Sheriff and others. They even went so far as to bodycheck each other, sending the singer sprawling into a stack of gear from which he popped back by pushing off an acoustic guitar in the pile...*inhales sharply*... tough to watch. The band however was not at all difficult to take in; in fact it was a joyous experience,
just as I'd hoped!
While enjoying an early afternoon dip in the lake the music of
Alanna Gurr drifted out to the beach. I was surprised at the amount that I recognized and found it to be quite a nice swimming accompaniment.
Sure there'd been some hype but
BADBADNOTGOOD still stole the show with their jazzy take on modern music. These young fellas are doing something that seems so utterly fresh and yet damn polished, it's thrilling to watch. People crowded around as the three confident, yet modest Humber students reimagined popular tracks into fresh-baked goodness. They dropped a number of recognizable riffs and beats into modern mashups that got the crowd (
Rich Aucoin included) really into the set. Somehow the drummer played a couple of songs from behind a pig mask while the bass player and keyboardist didn't resort to such gimmicks but just laid it on like peanut butter, smooth and thick. Their take on
Feist's
Limit To Your Love was a solid way to introduce what they were going to do and once we 'got it' the deep bass lines of
Kanye's
Flashing Lights were an amazing way to have us all jump in unison. If ever there was an opportunity for a 4pm encore at Hillside this was it (with a stage break next) but sadly the stage manager was too intent on his break and nixed it in the bud. Shit, that was something though.
There's this weird thing with
The Wooden Sky where I like the odd song that I hear by them and people around me love them but for whatever reason, whether it is recorded or live, they haven't burst through from 'like' to 'love' for me. This sunny afternoon saw them playing the main stage and I managed to catch the end of the set which again was good but didn't put me over the edge despite playing some good tunes in
The Late King Henry and
Oh My God. Maybe one day it'll click.
A nifty little workshop out back at the
Sun Stage that started out with a cover from
The Strumbellas followed up by the
Chic Gamine chicks really lovely harmonies. Afie came up next in his wide-brimmed hat for an original featuring great additional violin from the Strumbellas as well as some back-up ooos from a couple ladies of his own (and prompted a couple more from the ladies in the crowd). They went around again and the singer from the Strumbellas sat on the stage's edge for an acoustic picking song. CG did the silence song which was a capella barring the drums.
Finally all of these wonderful artists combined forces on
Bahamas' suggestion - and who is the uniting artist that everyone is always game to cover?
Tom Petty, of course;
You Don't Know How It Feels! This got the ball rolling straight into the oft-covered itself,
Blue Moon of Kentucky, before closing out with the Canadian equivalent to Tom Petty in the go-to cover category -
Neil Young and in this case,
Harvest Moon. That's the spirit.
Ohbijou was rammed and their sets always make me a little sleepy, so to combat that I skipped watching and just listened to them as a backdrop while re-energizing with
Feng's Dumplings.
