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Having seen former Paperboys Moritz Behm and John Bottomley open for the Indigo Girls a couple years ago, I feel justified in packing up. Theyre good, but not in the way that a hot shower is good.
I position the evenings festivities as a date to entice Spousal Equivalent. Having seen Wayne Lavallee in March (he rocked, we decide to skip him and keep Number Ones babysitting fees to a minimum.
Despite traveling with a substantial amount my own insulation, a T-shirt, hoodie, winter weight shell and a Thinsulate sleeping bag arent enough to stave off the winds of Pemberton.
The Mountain Bluebirds traditional bluegrass proves worth the discomfort. Initially plagued by horrendous sound problems, the six-piece band quickly wins over the audience with an enthusiastic set of traditional and original compositions.
The Bruce Knauer Band sounds like this is their first gig out of the garage. Loud and self-indulgent, they decimate the pleasant groove created by The Mountain Bluebirds, mangling everything from the Beatles to Nina Simone. Cold and annoyed, we head out without seeing The Masses.
The weather is the embodiment of the myth Pembertonians like to tell Whistlerites: 20°C and sunny.
Number Two, Favourite Friend and I arrive with the bare necessities: sleeping bag and a notebook.
While the boys enjoy an anti-Atkins lunch of rice, bannock and cookies, Im drawn into the Catalan sounds of Lolo and Gerardo with dancer Afifa. Lolo looks familiar, but I cant place him. Bingo! Hes custom cut a roast for me at the Pemberton Valley Supermarket!
The boys rush back to centre stage wooed by the siren sound of The Blues Berries. Essentially a bar blues band doing kids music, they get the crowd up on its feet to dance along with boogie version of the "ABC" song. I "Hokey Pokey" for the first time in 35 years. Mercifully, I dont "throw my whole back out".
After trying to explain the purpose of a roach clip being sold at the Artisans Market to Number Two, I send him off to the face painting stand while I settle in to have a listen to The Bowen Boys, a fiddle, guitar and banjo-playing contemporary roots trio who are, in a word, superb.