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Fun fact: one of the reasons Ominocity was founded was to get those cool photo passes at big shows. Which meant we had to learn how to use a camera that wasn’t an iPhone.
Similarly, we have some really amazing friends that help us out with making this site look pretty: huge shout outs to our contributors for this article, including Dana Durell, Jade Bugera, Raisa Pezderic, Joanna Graves and April Nechvatel. Thanks buds.
Despite their set heavily favouring their latest, and possibly greatest, album Failed States, Propagandhi played songs from every era of their career. Highlights included “Stick the Fucking Flag Up Your Goddam Ass, You Sonofabitch” from How To Clean Everything and “Nation States…” from Less Talk, More Rock.
Even though the bridge was decrepit and closed to traffic – cruel irony considering its original name – it did make for an exceptional place to go have a quiet outdoorsy beer, a secret cigarette or a wet kiss on the cheek. Even in near death it was the best bridge in Saskatoon.
There was no shortage of criticisms leading up to the event, but Saskatoon’s Park(ing) Day clearly presented an alternative festival that celebrated building sustainable, creative streets that promoted quality of life, business and investment.
“The show was an absolute success in terms of providing the Louis’ Beach Volleyball League members a great party on Saturday, as well as giving local bands and fans a place to hang out and have fun on a hot weekend afternoon,” says organizer Dan Smolinski. “I think the exposure and buzz was great and that’s what’s really important to the bands.”
Running from July 6 to July 8, WakeRide packed Saskatoon’s Victoria Park with people looking to enjoy the sun, the sports and the shirtless. This event gets better every year, and donates a chunk of change to local charities.
I’ve always appreciated how the Jazz Fest brings out a great variety of people to their shows. The audience is a mixture of hipsters, older folk who opt to sit in lawn chairs, plenty of girls in make up and, for some reason, a lot of people wearing sunglasses even though it isn’t sunny out anymore.
“Walking around a dark fair ground is creepy, especially when you can hear the rustling and mumbling of intoxicated carnies. There were occasional run-ins which would result in some very creepy, clumsy and desperate attempts to get me to go share a beer or two with a stereotypical carnie in his trailer.”
MoSo can be summed up by running up and down the streets in a wild huff, cigarettes dangling off parched lips and pocket beers swaying dangerously, attempting to take in everything and while simultaneously missing out on something else.