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BeatRoute Magazine [AB] print e-edition - [June 2018]

BeatRoute Magazine is a monthly arts and entertainment paper with a predominant focus on music – local, independent or otherwise. The paper started in June 2004 and continues to provide a healthy dose of perversity while exercising rock ‘n’ roll ethics.

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NORTH COUNTRY FAIR<br />

40 years of illumination and weird fun under the Slave Lake sun BY MIKE DUNN<br />

46 | JUNE <strong>2018</strong> • BEATROUTE<br />

Most of us festival humans have a personal<br />

affection for one festival or another, and<br />

that’s natural – our formative experiences in<br />

those settings, surrounded by like-minded<br />

friends getting wild and seeing really cool<br />

bands while free and slightly crazy, is an experience<br />

that hangs with you awhile. As always, I<br />

was late to damn near every party I ever went<br />

to, and only first attended the North Country<br />

Fair in 2010. As happens with magical places,<br />

we somehow found our way, unguided and<br />

in the twilight, to the exact spot I’d camp for<br />

the next seven years along with my pals, who’d<br />

made my mind up to go in the first place.<br />

The thing about the Fair is that unofficially<br />

it’s a weeklong event for a lot of people, although<br />

formally held over the solstice weekend<br />

from Thursday night to Sunday. While I’ve never<br />

spent the week out there, it’s where I learned<br />

the first rule of festival partying – It’s only<br />

Thursday, bud. When the chains of cars and<br />

trucks and phones and houses and jobs get cut<br />

loose, it’s the easiest thing in the world to get<br />

just as loose and see exactly how far you can<br />

ride that train. You find yourself kicking up the<br />

dust and still in the dusk at midnight. By the<br />

time the bands finish, around 4 a.m. nightly, the<br />

campfire jams are in full swing, friends singing<br />

along to each other’s songs, and laughing as the<br />

sun makes its quick pass over Lesser Slave Lake<br />

and then high up back over the trees.<br />

The artist lineups have always tended to<br />

move from easygoing and laid back in the daylight,<br />

to full-scale, trip-out weirdness stretching<br />

into the wee hours. It wouldn’t surprise me<br />

this year to see the tightly-arranged folk of<br />

Tequila Mockingbird Orchestra, the theatrical<br />

indie rock of The Mariachi Ghost, the sweatsoaked<br />

dance party of Five Alarm Funk, and the<br />

Indigenous electronic blast of DJ Shub within a<br />

three-hour span. And as an Edmonton-based<br />

artist, there’s always been a special feeling<br />

when you get the opportunity to play the Fair,<br />

whether it’s the first time or the fortieth time.<br />

It’s a feeling you’re going to get to play for your<br />

whole community at once, a sentiment likely<br />

shared by both veterans Scott Cook & The<br />

Second Chances, Boogie Patrol, and Dana Wylie,<br />

and first-timers Bad Buddy.<br />

It’s a hard thing to put into words the effect<br />

the festival has blowing minds wide-open to the<br />

vast possibilities of live music, performance and<br />

community. I attended the Fair for seven years<br />

in a row, and five of those years I got the opportunity<br />

to play, whether as backup for my pals or<br />

with my own music for a musical community<br />

that gave me more than I ever gave it. I haven’t<br />

been there since I moved to Calgary, and I miss<br />

it. The camaraderie, the wild-eyed insanity,<br />

the schedule that veers from traditional folk,<br />

juke-joint blues and honky-tonk into absurdity<br />

and mayhem. I miss all the late-night fireside<br />

jams and solutions to the problems of the world<br />

that float by the river, to the inability to get<br />

any self-induced sleep whatsoever, or the pals I<br />

made that I might never have met - none of it is<br />

a blur to me. Well, there’s one exception – that<br />

one night I got lost as a result of overconsumption<br />

and had to be dragged, in the friendliest<br />

of ways, off the roadside where I’d decided that<br />

sleep was inevitable. Definitely looking to avoid<br />

such kind-hearted drunken rescues this time,<br />

but sometimes that’s where the most memorable<br />

stories (of sorts) come from. Once you get<br />

to The Land, Fair Time becomes reality, and it<br />

really is the best time.<br />

The 40th annual North Country Fair runs from <strong>June</strong><br />

22-24. Go to lslncca.ca for all the details.<br />

ROOTS

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