Hippy Girls and Organic Food Courts...

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My world came shattering down as I learned the amount of fun it was possible to have at one time.

It's hard to explain why this was the best weekend of my life. Maybe it was the amateur strip night at Club 3D, maybe it was the mind boggling array of amazing live music, maybe it was the 5am jam sessions in a castle, or maybe it was being at one with 10,000 dirty hippies.

The heavens opened up, thunder and lightning began their dance and oceans of water came barreling down from above, as the 97' beige Mazda Protege rolled on. The car was filled to the brim with unnecessary baggage as Danny and I struggled to find comfort in the crowded back seat. The yellow lines on the highway disappeared. I looked down. Leah was guided by blind faith that the car would not drive off the road.

As if driven by some invisible force the car pulled into a low cost motel on the outskirts of winnipeg. I could tell by the smell and the hourly rates that this was a den of ill repute. The bright neon sign of Club 3D emitted a constant buzz. The sound was like that of sirens luring us in with the promise of amateur strippers. The strippers had low self esteem. We sat in the front row. Budweiser were 2.50. This was a mistake. debauchery ensued.

Morning brought contrast. The sun shone. We listened to wholesome folk music, the hedonism of the night before was abandoned for child like exuberance as we danced in the +30 sun.

The concerts continued into the morning in the form of scattered jam sessions throughout the city of tents where I became a temporary resident. Massive drum circles at Popes Hill. All night horn marathon in The Castle. 5:30 AM; my head hits a pillow. I can die a happy man.

Mud squished between my toes as I trod towards more music the next day. I fell in love each time a beautiful and filthy hippy girl would pass by. A spot in the shade greeted me behind one of the stages as I listened to Ramblin Jack Elliott, The Weakerthans, Feist, and the Rheostatics. I drifted in and out of dream in the delightful shade.

Recommended artists- Novillerro, The rheostatics, The Beutiful Girls, Derangers, Xavier Rudd, Kinnie Star, Jackie Greene, Willy Porter, anyone else that plays at a folk festival near you.

Other Highlights -3 hour camp song sing along around our camp sites lone citronella candle. Shaking hands with the Devil. Performing a play in the castle. Jamming.

The car ride on the way home was a quiet one, interrupted only briefly by flashes of road porn and nightmares in my sleep. Was this just a dream?

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Photos

Freak Show under the Big Top
Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of all Ages come and see this Australian Freak Xavier Rudd Who sold his soul to the devil for talent, is able to breath in a continuous loop and can play a mean digareedoo.

me and my beard
spending some quality time together in the shade

barb
gettin some bronze

exaviar rudd
listening to the spirits within thte doo

charene and Ian
all smiles from drinking and happy music

Comments

[Darcy]

Hey Kris.
Hi Kris. That's a nice story.

[nichole]

waxing poetic moustaches
your words do the weekend justice.

[Robyn]

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Man, that entry..despite being old...is great. Makes me miss home! The music, the sun, the drink, good times. And, I have to say, how good does your beard look dude?! Hawt. And you mentioned some great music: Sarah Hamer, Xavier Rudd, The Rheostatics (an old fave for me). Thanks for that...