Summerfolk 2010 is over now, the last of the stages are being dismantled and taken back to storage for another year.  We, the people who volunteered, performed, rehearsed, danced, drank, ate, and jammed all night in the campgrounds and at the performer’s hotel are now permitted to emerge (by slow increments) into the idea of autumn.

The third weekend in August, for those of us who live here (and hundreds of others who come annually from afar) is a rite of passage.  The anchoring of summer’s turning.  Without it, we would feel cheated.  This year there was yet another night added the Thursday before – a brilliant showcasing of excellent musicians who live and play here in five different venues in our tiny downtown core (Owen Sound:  population 22,000, these past thirty years).  Every venue was packed – with LOCAL FOLK, who hopped from bar to bar, coffee place to coffee place, buying cds, listening, singing, stomping, clapping, whistling… it reminded me of anytown Quebec, where people actually meet in public on a regular basis.

It was grand.  The entire week before, I got to play with my new friend and excellent fiddler, Jocelyn Pettit, who ventured here from Squamish BC.  Honoured to do so.  Jocelyn is a girl to watch – I’ve never met a more centred, clear-headed almost-16-year-old.  Actually – she’s ageless, in those terms.  She knows exactly what it is that she wants to be doing.  And she’s doing it.

More to come, likely some pics too.  In the meantime, I’ll attend to the time spread out ahead of me now – this last pause of August, in which I’m permitted to dream of great things to come, with the Otherfolk/Summerfolk soundtrack playing on loop in the back of my mind.

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  1. I’m not quite ready to relinquish summer yet, but I suspect there’s just the faintest of nips creeping into the air in Owen Sound, and Leith, and Annan! Wish we could have visited for Summerfolk this year (although we were greatly consoled by a trip to NYC and a week at the cottage)!

    Best wishes from (two of) the Toronto “Summer Sisters”!

    Catherine (for Mary and Mark)

    1. … and now we’re back to the heavy-weight heat, when all we can do for the sake of being functional is to keep jumping in the lake, thank god for the lake.

      But this is merely an echo. Last week I tasted autumn air too. Promising…

      Catherine – I wanted to say how much I loved Guy Kay’s latest, “Under Heaven” – the beginning, the middle, the ending. It was like reading one big long poem on the nature of beauty. I ate the whole thing as if it was food of the highest subtlety. Thank you for that.

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