Diminishing numbers of festivals
Calgary wasn’t on my list of places to go in 2020. Now, there’s even less reason; the Stampede has been cancelled for this year. There goes my only chance to see a chuckwagon pileup, or see rodeo clowns in their natural habitat. Oh well.
Actually, I do keep an eye on the ongoing cancellations. For example, Mariposa Folk Festival is off the list (and I would have considered that one). Ditto for the various jazz festivals in my part of the world. Although, given the timeless nature of jazz (I know, sometimes they actually play in something other than polyrythms), I can rely on videos from other years. Avoid the crowds and inflated prices. Double win.
Now, as far as I can tell, Anne still plans to be on the main stage in my city, night after night, but that could change. I haven’t actually attended a performance since the last century, but the lyrics won’t be very different, I suppose. “Why ain’t it always summer?”
Locally, no announcements, at least not that I’ve seen. We don’t have many concerts available, but the Small Halls series is a no-go. That’s not great: I did go, once in a while. Got my second cajon for showing up. If only the ante would rise, and I could get a set of small pipes (to then spend the winter trying to learn).
I guess I’m going to have to do things in small groups. Perhaps a campfire, on the beach, once the burn ban is lifted. Or some wild, uninhibited dancing “as if nobody was watching”.
