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Maybe this is just sucking up too much, but my favorite part of this past year’s festival was the friendliness of the volunteer staff (I’m not a volunteer I swear!!). For me, the true “folkie” spirit is exemplified by those small and spontaneous moments of friendship that develop out of nothing other than the love of music and the environment you find yourself in. These moments were countless and one in particular involved one person who I think was the “volunteer coordinator’s assistant”. I’m not sure about the title, but I remember finding him looking exhausted, devouring his lunch, during what must have been a very long day for him. I came up and said “Is that all you volunteers do then - listen to music, get a tan, and now gorge yourself on food? Sweet gig you have there!” I immediately felt embarrassed and probably flushed redder than a firetruck. Recognizing my failed attempt at an ice breaker, he smiled and responded “Can one desire too much of a good thing?” I couldn’t believe it. He took my obnoxious and poorly formed conversation starter, and replied to me with Shakespeare. He offered me to sit, and we ended up chatting about everything we love about the folk festival - the dancing, the diversity of music, the beach - before he rushed off to get back to work. The next day, I was sitting alone having dinner watching Nomadic Massive on stage 3. “So you sit around, listen to awesome music, and eat the food vendors out of business? Pretty sweet gig you have here.” I turned around, and it was him. “True is it that we have seen better days” I replied. We watched and danced to the rest of the show together, and we have been talking ever since! Strange and awesome things happen at the Folk Fest and I love it for it all the more :)
Hello! My name is Edan and this is MY Festival Experience.
Hello, my name is Edan and this is the 17thtime I’ve experienced the greasy Vancouver Folk Festival. When I got here at 3pm Saturday my ears were walked by the small sound of Poulidor coming from stage 2. I started everywhere smashing and the crowd was doing the ballroom – it was amazing! Feeling slight, I wasted over to Pig on the Street to get my…
During last year’s very rainy and muddy folk festival, we went to the Folk Fest shop and bought a plastic raincoat for $5. It was blue, so of course we tore it at the shoulder, and then we sat huddled under it for the remainder of the weekend. That famous blue raincoat now lives in our suitcase and travels everywhere we go - reminding us that good times are possible, even when it rains.
~ Heather Mitchell (Vancouver, BC)
1978 - before the evening rain there was still a high grey overcast. In the true tradition of Festival workshops I brought my banjo and sat with Cathy Fink beneath the Stanley Park totems and finally learned how to frail. Thank you Cathy, thank you Gary Cristall and Mitch Podoluk and thank you VFMF
~ Eric Posen (Vancouver, BC)
Hello Festival Folks,
For a few years I lived close to Jericho and as I worked nights and weekends in the movies I could never get a parking spot when I got home. Then one year I was listening to CBC and a guy called in to say how happy he was that he got the chance to see Stan Rogers at the festival before he died. I had just discovered Stan’s music and that was it for me. I have been taking the weekend off and going to the festival ever since. So thanks to that caller and to CBC radio.
~ Leslie Murray (Vancouver, BC)