This show could have waited a few days and I'd have been fine with it. As far as festivals go, it had one of the most James-specific lineups I'd ever seen, so I should have been more excited, but it had been a really long week. I got home on time on Monday evening. Worked late and got home after 9:00 on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Only left an hour late on Friday to begin my two-week vacation (woo) but spent Friday night mowing the lawn, cleaning house, and doing all the other stuff I'd been putting off before my in-laws' flight got in at midnight. Mika had worked late all week too. We needed groceries and I wound up buying bananas and milk at Shoppers Drug Mart at 11:30pm, which I think is a nice summary of how that week went.
All of which was great preparation for driving two hours to Bengough, watching a bunch of bands, and driving two hours back after midnight. I was actually feeling better on Saturday than I was expecting; sleeping in until 12:30 helped.
Soon enough, tickets in hand and lawnchairs in trunk, we were on the road. The drive was uneventful, which doesn't give me anything to talk about but that's still probably for the best. I mean, it's fun to tell the story of how I hit a duck in the ass with the car on the way home from Bengough a few years ago, but I'd still have preferred to not hit the duck.
I had promised Mika we'd make it there in time for Library Voices' set at 5:15 but that was before I was slow and lazy in the morning. And afternoon. And pretty much always. But I was still pretty sure that we'd make it, and they started their first song as we were walking into the grounds. Close enough. We found a place to park our lawn chairs and sat back for the show. Library Voices are one of the bigger bands to come out of Regina in the past decade, and yet, I don't know that I've ever seen a proper concert by them, just short festival sets where they never play the few songs I know. Needless to say, that didn't change here, but this was a quick fun hit of power-pop that started our festival experience off on a good note.
Onto the parade of mostly-local people I don't really know much about and don't have much to say about! Country singer Ellen Froese was up next with a mix of covers and originals. I enjoyed her set and she's local, so I imagine I'll see her again soon. She was followed by Seth Anderson. No band - just him and a guitar. He had a good sense of humour, playing off the sounds of soundcheck happening on the other stage during his set. (He may also have dropped a few f-bombs during one of his songs and it looked like maybe someone suggested that he please stop doing so, since we hadn't hit the drunkening hour yet - but I digress.) I liked this too. Would see again.
Next was Zachary Lucky. Country singer. Deep voice. Probably something I'd really dig but I didn't get to see much of him. I decided that I should get something to eat before the Karpinka Brothers, which seemed like a solid enough plan but it went awry. First I went to the merch stand to take a peek. Didn't get anything this year. Next, I made the arduous trek back to the car - like, almost three or four whole minutes each way, some sort of death march - so I could get my glasses. I have regular glasses and sunglasses and whichever pair is not currently on my head is inevitably forgotten in the car. Finally, I had to survey the food options, settling on a food truck that made a waffle hashbrown sandwich. Basically, you get bacon and cheese inside two waffles made out of hashbrowns. It needed an egg for breakfast sandwich perfection but this was still pretty great and I'm going to try making hashbrowns like that here sometime. This, however, was not the speediest process - or possibly this truck had some efficiency issues - anyway, by the time I was back at my chair, the Karpinka Brothers were nearly done.
I went to high school with one of the Karpinkas (probably both, really, but Shawn was in my grade). I've run into Shawn a few times since high school. He's always been nice and I'm always happy to see him and that's not something I'd say about 95% of my graduating class. Before this, though, I'd never actually seen them play (apart from maybe a few songs in a Regina Folk Festival teaser set, but I'm not even 100% certain about that and it's way too late for me to be fact-checking now). I still can't say I really saw them, but I could hear them from the food truck of eternal wait and they sounded really fun. I'll have to make it a priority to get to one of their shows soon.
I saw Megan Nash earlier this year and was looking forward to her set. She's one of my favourite local musicians. She had a strict 30-minute set so she wasn't as talkative as last time (or maybe it's that she wasn't all hopped up on cold medication), but this was still really good.
Onto the folks you may have heard of! First up was former Weakerthans lead singer John K. Samson, a self-described "lefty talk-singer from Winnipeg." It sounded like there were some Winnipegers near us who were very happy to learn where he was from. Then he opened with Weakerthans classic One Great City!, which says "The Guess Who sucked, the Jets were lousy anyway" and has a singalong chorus of "I hate Winnipeg." I'd say it's still kind of a love letter to the city but said Winnipegers seemed to disagree. Anyway, I've seen John K. as a solo act before and he was all about playing his own songs and very few Weakerthans songs, but we got the opposite here. There were a handful of his solo songs, including Post-Doc Blues and Vampire Alberta Blues (neither of which are particularly bluesy), but most were Weakerthans favourites. A personal highlight was hearing Samson play all three songs about Virtute the cat in a row. Looking up the lyrics of Virtute at Rest, I saw on Samson's website that the human from those songs is the same person in the song 17th Street Treatment Centre, which makes perfect sense but still blew my mind a little. As an aside, he played that one too. And he also played Aside.
Samson's set started at 8:15 and in retrospect, when it was done, we should have moved our chairs from the beer garden side of the park to the all-ages side. 8:00pm is the magic hour where the hipsters and families disappear and the people who've been drinking at their campsites all day show up. Plus then we'd be nice and close to the main stage but still comfortably on our respective butts. Though I suppose we'd have missed out on some... colourful characters.
When the Gateway Festival released the initial teaser poster for the event, all of the musicians' names were blacked out but some were done in such a way that you could kinda make a guess at who they were. I was 99% sure one was Kathleen Edwards. This got me hyped and I may have spent several days meticulously poring over the poster like it was the Zapruder film. Mika and I saw Kathleen Edwards at the Exchange many years ago and it was a great great show. Moreover, a few years ago, she essentially retired from music to open up a coffee shop called Quitter's in Stittsville, Ontario.
If you think I'm going to make a joke about Stittsville, think again. I'm far too mature for that. Plus I live in Regina, so, you know. Plus Kathleen Edwards made all those jokes already.
ANYWAY my point is that while Edwards has done a handful of concerts since her self-imposed retirement, I really didn't think she'd ever come out this way again. And here she was! This was exciting enough that we actually left our chairs and went down to the main stage. Edwards was in fine form and seemed to be relaxed and really enjoying herself. There was a nice mix of songs spanning her whole career (Sidecars was a personal favourite) and one new one she wrote about turning 40. After Empty Threat, she asked if there were any Americans there since we were less than an hour from the border, which led to a story about opening for Bob Dylan in Montana. She also dedicated the song Hockey Skates to everyone affected by the Humboldt Broncos tragedy earlier this year. Kathleen Edwards is a treasure.
Then we were back to the side stages for Elliott BROOD and as ever, I'll play along with the spelling once. I should listen to these guys more but I always seem to forget how much I like them. Their energy was especially welcome coming after a series of folkier artists. They're coming back to Regina in the fall and I was thinking about skipping out since I've seen them a few times in the past few years but this was fun enough that I might just reconsider.
Somewhere in here I went to use the bathroom and found that apart from the portapotties, there were also two urinals, of sorts. Big covered tanks with funnels sticking out of them. As they say, when in Rome, pee in a funnel and then go find some hand sanitizer.
Finally, we had the last addition to the festival lineup, recent inductee to the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, and former Barenaked Lady, Steven Page. I'd seen one of his solo shows with Mary a few years ago and really enjoyed it, so when they added him to an already stacked festival, I was stoked. Much like with Samson, there were more Barenaked Ladies songs than Page solo songs, including Jane, Enid, The Old Apartment, Break Your Heart, It's All Been Done, Alcohol, and I Live With It Every Day. He closed with Brian Wilson, which you had to expect. For solo stuff, he played Surprise Surprise, Manchild, Linda Ronstadt in the 70s, and A New Shore, among others.
There was also a bit where he did some happy strumming on his guitar and Page and the rest of his band took turns singing bits of different popular songs that fit the music. And while I'm sure this is a bit he does often, I suspect the snippet of Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure that Page sang was specifically because Samson was there. I mean, it's not a happy song and it didn't fit the music, but I know Page likes it and had previously recorded it with the Art of Time Ensemble.
Page didn't play If I Had $1,000,000, much to the frustration of some of the folks around us who were expecting a Barenaked Ladies greatest hits show. I don't know who wrote what in Barenaked Ladies, but I suspect Page only played stuff that he wrote (or at least co-wrote). Tough break for anyone who was expecting the chimpanzee song. But hey, he still played a lot of hits. Possibly too many for some folks' tastes - Page was about 20 minutes over his allotted time when it looked like someone notified him it was time to wrap it up. Even then, after Brian Wilson, as we were starting to leave, just as I overheard a festival volunteer say "there hasn't been an encore all weekend, there won't be one now," Page and his band came back out and played Call and Answer. The Badland Country Band was set to go on at midnight and it was nearing 12:30 and a handful of folks were growing impatient. One of the aforementioned colourful characters tried to start a "BADLAND BADLAND" chant but it was as successful as you might expect. "Sorry guys, we'll be quick," said Page to the Badlands when he came back out. I'm sure he meant it, but Call and Answer is a six-minute song and I cackled. I dug this whole thing, though to be fair, going over time? Not cool. But I'll chalk it up to miscommunication somewhere along the way, mostly because we weren't staying around for the Badland Country Band anyway. As we walked back to the car, we heard them start into a cover of You May Be Right and I'm pretty sure they messed up the words. Timing must have thrown them off.
The drive home was duckless and uneventful, which is exactly how I wanted to wrap up the day.
I should mention that the entire two-day festival was packed with musicians I like and basically consisted of one big SLCR all-star reunion show. I'm not a camping person and Bengough is a long drive from Regina - it would be pretty taxing to take in both nights if you're going to drive home each night. So we skipped the Friday, since the organizers were kind enough to put all my nice-to-sees on Friday and my must-sees on Saturday. But seriously - Friday night had Big Sugar, Terra Lightfoot, William Prince, Belle Plaine, and Yukon Blonde (along with The Kentucky Headhunters and Chixdiggit, who I've never seen before). In Bengough! Population: 337! This whole festival is kind of ridiculous!