photo by Joey Acott

Another Phog Phest, another pile of lessons learned.

The most pervasive theme I have swimming in my head since Saturday is “thank you”. This community, whether they can afford it every time or not, is hugely supportive of a growing entrepreneurial (grassroots – cultural or not) scene that is emerging. Without a doubt, we’re seeing the healthiest turnouts to shows and events since I was adopted into the music scene (as a total non-musician).

Phog Phest 7 had so many special contributors to make it happen at all, make it better than it would’ve been, or straight up RESCUING it that I felt like I just watched the whole thing come together as an attendee.

The trials and tribulations that bogged down this event were distant memories as the outdoor show ended, and the ridiculous dance party inside of Phog (until 2am) started with the Grand Analog crew. The staff and volunteers (and super cool bands/management) made that possible. Although early sets were shortened drastically (sad face) to account for major technical overhauls, I was able to happily finish the night, fully sated on music from many of my favourite acts over the years, knowing that next year will be even better.

If you didn’t make it this year, I’ll work harder to bring you out next year. A better ticket price? Free? Take input on bands you want to see? Move the Phest to the street again?

If you have some constructive criticism, I’d love to hear from you about how to throw a celebration for the people who I work tirelessly to entertain, and care for through the talents of others. This is, after all, for you.

Special thanks to my partner in saving Phog Phest 7, Stephen Hargreaves​ (duh!), and to Justin (The Crofoot​), my STAFF, my volunteers, Mario Ricci, Jon Corbin​, Professor John, all of the musicians (for the indelible performances), the vendors, the suppliers and all of the well-wishers.

Thank you everyone for coming! Beyond memorable. I’m very grateful.