August 2, 2009
Summer is a crazy busy season. It may sound relaxing, but oh no, summer is me at my most neurotic. Last year I moved, recorded an album, gigged across the province and squeezed in a cottage week all in the span of 60 days. It was officially my craziest summer yet. But, hold the phones, we are barely into August and I've already topped 08.
We will begin the 96 hour party known as the Winnipeg folk festival. After 31 hours on a greyhound bus and no sleep I was whisked off to the festival grounds for the Wednesday night opening. Elvis Costello was incredible. Captivating the audience of 5000 with hilarious anecdotes and a good blend of old and new tunes, it was one of the best shows of the year. After nabbing four hours of shut eye I headed to breakfast television where I played a tune and chatted with the annoyingly pretty and awake TV personnel (who were all very nice and welcoming). This was followed by a full day of workshops and new friends. The rest of the festival was a blur of no sleep, 45,000 people, awesome music, and wonderful memories. Musical highlights were: Amelia Curran, Great Lake Swimmers, Deep Dark Woods, Hayes Carll, Bellowhead, Patrick Watson, Iron and Wine, Neko Case, Arlo Guthrie, and all the other young performers I was working with. This is officially my new fave fest and I can't wait till next years!
I followed Winnipeg with a week of sleep and grant writing. After a fun show at Czehoski on Queen west. I headed up to a friends cottage for the annual book club cottage weekend. What ensued was a weekend of friends, music, absolutely no books, and a ridiculous amount of booze. This weekend must never die.
Last week was spent with my Mom, Aunt, and best friend at the family cottage in Owen Sound. My entire family is from the Sound, both the McKay's and the Mitchell's. Both families are big, but the McKay's practically owned the town and are to numerous to keep straight. My mom and aunt spent the week trying to figure out the family tree and exactly how everyone was related. It was confusing and inspiring all at once. Our cottage is on the shores of Georgian bay. It's 125 years old with three bedrooms that sleep two and one bedroom that sleeps four, plus a bunk house. It's old and creaky and absolutely beautiful. As I sit on my couch in my apartment, I'm homesick for the precariously slanted stairs, tennis courts, lake, and wonderful memories. I'll be playing my first show in Owen Sound this fall and am incredibly excited to be playing in what feels like my real home town.
Well, that's all for now. Next week I'll be playing a show at Nathan Phillips Square in Toronto, heading to Ottawa for a CBC interview and then to the Black Sheep in Wakefield QB, Opening for Prescott.
Until the next, enjoy your August and happy trails!
Much Love and Many Thanks,