Hillside Sunday Afternoon - Badbadnotgood, Strumbellas+ (July 29/12)

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.

Hillside Sunday Morning - Wooden Sky, Ohbijou, Memoryhouse+ (July 29/12)

Yes it was the Gospel Hour first thing Sunday at Hillside but many people found themselves in the school of The Wooden Sky, perennial workshop favourites, who were blessed with the angelic presence of Ohbijou. A workshop should be fun and interactive and that's exactly what was delivered as both bands collaborated, mixing the cut-off shirted guitars and banjo of The Wooden Sky with the female cello, violin (and trumpet) of Ohbijou. What beaver-loving Canadian doesn't love The Hip? Little Bobcaygeon got things going and rolled onwards with You've Really Got A Hold on Me (Smokey Robinson). The epic height difference between the bands was rather amusing yet their musical styles lined up well enough for a very appropriate '60s feel on Carole King's Will You Love Me Tomorrow. Now the Wooden Sky did indulge in a song of their own - however it was the first time they'd ever played it for an audience so still a proper use of a workshop. Future Hillside bands, please take note - this is how to throw a workshop!

Following that uplifting beginning to the day the true Gospel Hour beckoned just in time to catch a tune
that had most on stage (Be Good Tanyas, Birds of Chicago, Elephant Revival), as well as most in the bursting Island tent, "wade into the water". The hatted ladies in the front of the crowd first started getting into it and then everyone joined in. There were even solos; trumpet, keyboard and a washboard solo. Raise your voice!

Having toured together one would hope that the Great Lake Swimmers and Cold Specks would have enough familiarity with each other's material to collaborate on it. Unfortunately this did not seem to be the case as the few songs from both that were caught during their workshop saw them simply swapping back and for. Cold Specks did perform When the City Lights Dim which saw the GLS crew backing her up.

Memoryhouse and Imaginary Cities both make some very pretty music but there was no synergy here. Even worse than the track for track stylings of most poor workshops they simply split the timeslot in half with Memoryhouse checking in first used a drum board to play a few tunes including a cover. The male member understandable stayed seated to play his acoustic guitar as he'd have worked up a sweat moving around in that heavy sweater in the July heat. The drummer's percussion was subdued by his soft tipped sticks and also employed a shaker. Taking over Imaginary Cities played three songs of their own, nice but not even reaching heights from their full set on Saturday, leaving not much new to remark.

Hillside Saturday Late- Rich Aucoin, Elliott Brood (July 28/12)

Elliott Brood

With Elliott Brood I have had some magnificent concert experiences, ahem Vancouver Olympics, small Club Vinyl Guelph, but most recently a sub par show at the Phoenix in Toronto. Prior to their set I'd allowed the most recent memory to cloud my judgement and had decided to branch out and skip their set. However as things at Hillside changed on the fly I was able to come over for the last few tracks and, boy, was I glad that I did. Their music is so upbeat and just asking for people to clap, bang and dance along that when that doesn't happen (looking at you Toronto) an entirely important aspect of the experience is notably missing. At Hillside one needn't worry about whether people will dance though so I found myself swept up in the Elliott Brood swirl that was already underway. Unfortunately I apparently missed the flash-mob that broke out earlier, and didn't have a pot or a pan to bash on but that all would have just been gravy. A good time, not a long time, as I managed to shimmy to a few favourites including Valley Town and a joyous rendition of Miss You Now. The latter finally went off after speedily troubleshooting and replacing a wonky amp right before the final song. Whatta time!

Zeus
The tradeoff in staying til the very end of Elliott Brood was a lack of sightlines from the back corner picnic bench of the Island Tent for Zeus. It's not so much their visual antics as their revved up throwback sound that their show is about anyhow. That meant only catching glimpses of them shredding Marching Through Your Head and The Renegade, while not ideal, wasn't the greatest loss either.

Rich Aucoin
What do you get when you insert Canada's premier party-starter in Rich Aucoin into the biggest party night of Canada's premier festival? You get all of the following, plus so many more intangibles that I'm sure to have forgotten (and probably couldn't even put into words anyhow).

To begin with, the word was out and the tent was utterly crammed with partygoers excitedly bouncing beach balls in anticipation while the tech crew hurriedly set up for the final set of the night. Finally it got underway and it appeared like a shoddily built tower of cards with a video projector on top but somehow we got through the entire intro video without too many blackouts. The video, as always, featured a number of chopped up youtube sensation videos as well uplifting and hilarious thank-yous and shout-outs, including one to yours truly the "official Hillside weatherman" (a nod to a tweet from earlier in the day). This was all done in full darkness, and finally after the extended setup and then the intro vid, when the lights came up and the music started all of that pent up energy exploded into a swaying, frothing sea of humans. What songs did he play? Who played which instrument? These are inconsequential details when the fact of the matter is that it was sheer excitement and fun throughout the altogether too short closing set. Rich himself did some crowd surfing, set off heaps of confetti bombs, climbed one of the tent poles and generally hyped up an already hyper audience. And yes, the signature parachute did make its appearance! Unfortunately it was far too small to physically contain everyone in attendance but it stretched just far enough for me to be on the edge of it, and the childlike joy that it brought permeated the whole tent. As the song goes "we can't leave It all in our heads" and we didn't, as we absolutely went off, leaving it all on the floor and marching off into the night with exuberance!