get folked up, stay folked up.

kyle, me, katesheff, miss bess, SVFF 2006 - "it rained at woodstock!"

Here's the thing about the Shelter Valley Folk Festival: it's the perfect end to every summer.

On the ideal Labour Day weekend, the sun is shining, but there is a nice breeze. At night, the sky turns purple and the view from the hill is of the lake and the sun and some of Canada's best. Last year, every single rained-out, wet socks, water-pooling-in-the-tent, "where are our all our towels?", hurricaned moment of last year's was great.

Three reasons to go to the Festival:

1. Artistic director Aengus Finnan has this gift for picking artists who are always on the edge of something. If you see a performer at SVFF, chances are they'll win an award from the Canadian Folk Music Association in December or show up on the cover of Penguin Eggs.

2. Even if you don't think folk music is your thing, there will be something at the festival that is your thing, whether it's a singer-songwriter or the wellness tents or the children's parade or the really good Carribbean food.

3. Performers really really love SVFF. If they love it, you'll love it.

Three reasons to volunteer at the Festival:

1. The food. Among musicians I've talked to, Shelter Valley is known for having the best hospitality area among summer festivals in Canada. Who woulda thought that putting out some corn chowder on a cold Sunday morning would get such rave reviews?

2. Camping on the top of the hill. See above for why this is good.

3. The late-night bonfires. This is sort of a see-for-yourself kinda thing.


Also, I'm pretty sure Shelter Valley has the cutest kids in the world.

Get on it.
2007's line-up
Volunteer application

dave eggers is uncalled for

First of all:

I am tired.
I am true of heart!

And also:

You are tired.
You are true of heart!

*Stolen with very little shame from Dave Eggers. This is my grace before meals and my prayer before bed.

"you can pick me up if you want"

weekend

triptych

tick not tich

open letters to people or entities who are unlikely to respond

Clearly ripped off from the McSweeney's gods.

An open letter to the Kingston Buskers Rendezvous 2007.

Dear Sir or Madam,
Some of us have to live here. Also, you are a fire hazard.
Wellington St. resident,
Meghan Sheffield

An open letter to the parents of the 10-year-old wearing a t-shirt that reads "Surrender the Booty."

Dear Sir(s) and/or Madam(s),
I'm assuming that you are unaware of the double entrendre implied on your son's "Surrender the Booty" t-shirt, and therefore thought it was a fine thing for your son to wear in public. After all, pirates are very big this year, your son is no where near sexual maturity and no one suspects children's clothing of supporting violence against women. It's an easy enough mistake to make, and no one blames.
Allow me to explain. Besides being 18th century slang for the goods stolen by waterborne criminals of the past, the word "booty" can also refer to "sexual intercourse; a person (especially a woman) regarded as an object of sexual ambition or desire. Also (occasionally): the female genitals," according to the Oxford English Dictionary, which also recommends cross-referencing the term with "ass."
Again, no one blames you or your parenting skills. After all, the OED itself states that the term is used "originally and chiefly among African-Americans," and you live in Kingston. That said, let it be understood that even though you may not be able to tell what all those fast-talking rappers on the television are saying, your 10 year old son certainly does.
Get that shirt off of your child, you sick, sick people.
Sincerely,
Meghan Sheffield

An open letter to the Quizno's Subs manager who fired me saying "You're just one of those people who can write a fine essay but you can't make a sandwich fast enough," circa 2003.

Dear Sir,
Here's hoping.
Sincerely,
Meghan Sheffield

the blood of a younger man

Polaris contenders (cont'd)

Tim Hecker - Harmony in Ultraviolet

I was warned that it's not possible to multi-task while listening to this album, but I'm a learn-it-the-hard-way kinda gal. It's true. It's physically impossible to do anything but be still and really listen to this album. The wash of noise never seems random, with sounds at times reminiscent of the natural world (waves on the beach, crackling fire and open spaces) and at others, reminiscent of a lived emotion. The album is a cyclical journey through sadness and hope, testing the boundaries of each, managing somehow to blur the two together. Hecker doesn't try to find solution, but solution finds itself in a less moralistic sort of "the journey is the destination." Though an instrumental mix of metal, ambient, noise and electronica influences might sound off-putting, Hecker's greatest talent lies in his ability to communicate experience and emotion, making this album warm, human and strangely familiar.

Tim Hecker - Radio Spirocon

Tim Hecker - Blood Rainbow

i really shouldn't be doing this but...

My love of illustration has been growing over the past year or so, thanks in large part to an interest in the work of Lukas Geronimas and all of the projects that he is connected to (see Fecal Face, see lifetime collective, see Fighting).

Now, my travels have lead me to a new love. Zach Johnsen's work is a sort of fantastic world of monsters that are half-scary, half-cute, of sad girls with big eyes, of blue Buddhas, of casual Fridays, of bent old women, of skulls and goggles and rainbows. He works mostly with pen and watercolour, drawing hyper-real cartoons. I love it. You should too.

who doesn't love that llama?

Miracle Fortress - Five Roses

Miracle Fortress is the love whisper of Montreal's Graham Van Pelt (of Think About Life semi-fame). It's already been designated (by a number of sources) 2007's summer album. While I have beef with seasonally-designated albums, there's no denying that in the same way that no one throws on Pet Sounds in January, this album is built to fit the big skies and long days of summertime. The muted guitar rumbles like dark clouds on a hot afternoon and synth sounds sweeten the mix with layered cicada-like tones. Adorable (and, okay, super twee) lyrics like "lately lately, I've been thinking it could be forever just us two" are half-hidden in the instrumental wash, giving intelligible moments a gem-like appeal. An album so built of dreamscapes risks dizziness and my favourite thing about this album is its restriction; while Van Pelt paints the sky, he keeps the horizon in view.

Miracle Fortress - This Thing About You
If Danny Zuko and Sandy Olsson were transported fifty years into the future, and they arrived on Queen West in a skinny tie (for Danny), American Apparel tights and some plastic sunglass frames, "This Thing About You" would be their "song."

Miracle Fortress - Maybe Lately

Miracle Fortress - Next Train

*Miracle Fortress made the Polaris shortlist
*On the Miracle Fortress myspace site, there is a picture of Van Pelt's touring band feeding the llama at the Big Apple in Colborne, ON.

what colour is this horse?

Rock Plaza Central - Are We Not Horses?

The everything theme this year is horses. Somehow, these insightful Toronto country-rockers figured that out ahead of time (I missed the memo) and made an entire concept album about horses (I can hear the buzz from here). So, point for being ahead of the crowd. Besides mad horse cred, this album also has: sweet brass riffs, unpolished vocals (I'm sorry Chris Eaton, was that a caterwaul?), and intricate, intelligent lyrics. For some reason, this album also makes me very emotional. So, a second point for cutting through the steely indifference that is Meghan Sheffield. After putting in some serious time with the Mountain Goats this fall, Are We Not Horses? is fitting perfectly into the Sunset Tree-shaped hole in my heart.

Rock Plaza Central - My Children, Be Joyful
This song is what I was wishing church was like when I was 7 years old and flipping through upside-down hymn books and reading Song of Solomon while ignoring dirty looks from my mother.

Rock Plaza Central - When We Go, How We Go, Pt 2.

who is the dark horse?

The Besnard Lakes - The Besnard Lakes are the Dark Horse

I have this thing for paradox. I'm strangely attracted to things that are "both at the same time." Sometime I'll blog about Patty Hearst. What I love about this album is that it is both intimate and ambitious. The songs are big, dark, even orchestral at times, but they never fall into the trap of messy sound or lost lyric. Everything is intentional. The Beach Boys style harmonies on "Disaster" somehow fit beside the reverb and walky-talky sound effects on "And You Lied to Me." This album is telescopic--there is this distance that can't be travelled, but they're trying to look closely anyway.

The Besnard Lakes - Because Tonight
The Besnard Lakes - Disaster

*This album did make the Polaris Prize's Shortlist.
*Besnard Lake in real-life is in northern Saskatchewan, FYI.

selling out large

The short list for the Polaris Music Prize (a $20 000 prize for the best album of 2006, based on artistic merit alone) was announced this week. As one of the 150ish members of the Jury, I participated in two rounds of voting, eventually submitting a rated list of five albums from which the top 10 were selected. Here are my picks, in order.

1. The Besnard Lakes - TBL Are The Dark Horse
2. Rock Plaza Central - Are We Not Horses?
3. Miracle Fortress - Five Roses
4. Tim Hecker - Harmony in Ultraviolet
5. Jim Bryson - Where the Bungalows Roam

I'll write some interesting and witty arguments for these albums later. Maybe. Or just listen to them yourself.

Also, The Besnard Lakes and Miracle Fortress made the top 10.

life according to my inbox

The other day Que Sera Sera had a pretty sweet post - a list of text messages that Sarah, the blog writer*, had found her cellphone inbox. After feeling some mad (and not uncommon) NYC-blogger jealousy, I scrolled through my own inbox. My friends are funny too.

He will make you that bread and you will try to break my mother’s heart.

Don’t fear your feelings.

I know you know everything already, but in case you forgot, today is Steph’s birthday.

Dominated in 06 and now I’m back.

I can’t seem to access Facebook. Tell Rachel to cut it out.

No one can. That’s how it’s ruining lives. I’ll call in your request to the radio station. Also, I am a wild party.

Well, la dee dah!

I have a lesbian crush on you.

Haven't written a damn word all day.

Our song is playing!

He did that voice trailing off thing again.

How embarassing for both of us.

Either he's a boyfriend or a diner waitress.

The abortion girl is loud-talking to R, J, et al about how I think she's a bitch and I puked at SK's while Mike and I sit 12 feet away.

I'm basically in grade 7. Come here and kill me now.



*With whom I feel a strange kinship. See her about me:

"I am happiest in life picking part cold rotisserie chicken with my bare hands, preferably after 3-4 drinks, while standing in my underwear in front of a television playing the "Devil Went Down to Georgia" part of Urban Cowboy."

in/out summer 2007

2007 is being officially the summer of the hot/not or in/out or likes/dislikes list.
Here's my contribution:

in:
making hot/not, likes/dislikes lists about the summer
weekends off
music festivals
zine-making
Shitt Hottt
Volume 135
plastic aviators
hand-claps
afternoons in the park
the Journal House
dirty jeans
siblings
Kim Mitchell
contemporary fiction
Facebook updates
free wine
Sinnott's Cove
the Blow
anticipating Waterfront
pavement-pounding
long breaks
4 a.m.
the courthouse fountain
confederation basin
petting big dogs in public
Pavement
being banned
the Copper Penny
sarcasm and follow-up apologies
bikes
bench-sitting
Soiree Au Revoir
Chamillionaire



out:
being rich
deadlines
interesting interviews
trips to Toronto
seeing people
doing laundry
headphones that work
the East - far and near
Kingston's lack of beach
selling the family home
the Goat
flat tires
dating
Meghan Harrison's onward and upward
Wolfe Island Bakery's coffee
buying groceries
pining
Traditional Breakfasts
The Brothers Karamatzov