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Riot Fest 2013 was my first Riot Fest. I bought a single day ticket and rocked out under the sun at Iggy and The Stooges, Dinosaur Jr., Rocket From The Crypt and The Replacements. Riot Fest moved to Downsview Park for 2014, which meant 4 stages instead of one. Which meant a LOT more bands.

The Good: The fest was really well organized. Set times were almost always spot on. A band would walk off one stage and 5 seconds later, the next act would be ready to go on the stage next door. On-site locker rental and cell charging made the whole weekend much easier. Water stations meant we all stayed hydrated and the Porta Potties were pretty clean up until the last hour or two of the night.

The Bad: Lack of drink options. Bud, Bud Light, a lager of some kind and Strongbow. That’s it? And they ran out of Strongbow almost immediately. I bought a Bud – a warm one at that – took one sip, and spat it out. And then threw it away. That stuff is shit. There was also a communication breakdown between the organizers and the security, so the empty water bottles we were told we could bring in were all confiscated at the gate.

My festival pro-tip: Bring a travel pack of baby wipes and a flash light. Makes navigating the Porta Potties at night much easier.

I had a great time at Riot Fest, eventually. I didn’t sleep well the night before. I was really tired, so much so that I delayed leaving for the show to catch a quick nap which just made me feel worse. I had a late breakfast and forgot to have lunch, so my blood sugar was quite low by the time I got to Downsview Park. It was a lot colder and windier than I was expecting, and the cute sundress that had seemed like a good idea wasn’t anymore, plus the venue was very muddy and I wasn’t wearing the best shoes to deal with it. Thank goodness I didn’t wear sandals. I was cold, tired, hungry. And, since cell service was spotty, I couldn’t reach any of the many people I knew who were also there. I started to wonder if I’m too old for this, if I really can’t handle crowds and festivals anymore, and that thought made me sad.

I bought a T-shirt, which warmed me up a bit. I had grabbed some pizza when I first arrived, and it was so greasy that it made me queasy. Later on, I grabbed some water and some veggie tacos and they were so fresh and tasty that I felt much better after eating them. That veggie food truck ended up rocking my taste bugs all weekend long. The first few bands I saw were ones I like, but not ones I’m crazy about, and I really needed to get lost in music to distract me. Death From Above 1979 were excellent, and dancing to them warmed me up a bit. After their set, I grabbed my hoodie from my locker, watched The Flaming Lips utterly psychedelic set from a distance while in an endless queue for the Porta Potties, and then staked out a spot in the crowd for The Cure. A huge crowd had gathered by then and the heat from all the people around me warmed me up a lot.

At 9 o’clock sharp The Cure came on and once they started playing, everything got better and just kept getting better. Their set at Riot Fest seemed to polarize the crowd. They played all the hits – Just Like Heaven, In Between Days, Hot Hot Hot! etc. – mixed in with some really obscure tracks that even I, fan that I am, didn’t know. Mint Car? Bananafishbones? Fat Bob then really upped the ante with some classic dirges, including one of my personal favourites, One Hundred Years. A large chuck of the crowd ran for the exit at that point while the rest of the crowd pressed closer to the stage and swooned.

Here’s my take on it. The Cure have been around for 4 decades. They’ve earned the right to do what they want, including being bloody-minded with the set list. Plus I was feeling extra nostalgic that night because it was almost exactly 25 years before that I saw The Cure live for the first time. My evening ended on a high when I ran into friends in the crowd who showed me a much faster way home.

I woke up on Sunday to sun and blue skies. Just as I had underdressed for Day 1, I overdressed for Day 2, but I just stashed all my extra stuff in my locker. The weather was perfect for an outdoor festival – hot and sunny. In short, Sunday was everything that Saturday wasn’t. Most of the mud had dried up. I had a snack with protein on my way out the door, and I grabbed water and a kale salad (veggie food truck FTW!) when I got to the venue. My friend Britt texted me and I hung out with her and her boyfriend for a while. And most of all, Sunday was just one of my favourite bands after another – Bob Mould, Social Distortion, The National and The Buzzcocks. I also saw The New Pornographers, Dropkick Murphys and Die Antwoord for the first time. Holy fuck, but Die Antwoord are even weirder live than in their videos, and that’s saying something. I had to work the next day, so I skipped Metric and The City and Colour to head home. Next year, I take the Monday off work.

By the end of Riot Fest, I felt great. Happy and relaxed and belting out the words to the songs at full volume. Yeah, I can still do this. 🙂

The Last Pogo was a documentary, made and released in 1978, about the supposed “last ever punk show” at The Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto. It’s easy to laugh about it 25 years later. I’ve been to many a punk gig at the ‘Shoe and hope to attend many more. Back in 1978, punk gigs were violent enough that the ‘Shoe were serious about banning punk bands. The Last Pogo Jumps Again is an in-depth look at the scene that spawned that infamous final concert, with original filmmaker Colin Brunton at the helm, along with Kire Paputts.

Just how in-depth it was, I had no idea. The documentary is three and a half hours long, and is clearly a labour of love for Brunton, who was on hand and chatting with attendees in the lobby on the night that I saw it. He is clearly in love with every interview and every sound bite. I get that. I’ve interviewed a lot of people in my time and I know what it’s like to talk to someone who is articulate and passionate about something that I love. Good filmmaking however, like good writing, is as much about good editing as it is about good storytelling, and editing is what The Last Pogo Jumps Again badly needed.

The film could easily have been an hour shorter. By the end, many of the interviewees were repeating themselves, and I also felt that a disproportionate amount  of the film was devoted to The Viletones. There is no question that The Viletones, led by Steven “Nazi Dog” Leckie, were influential, notorious and talented. Having Nirvana cover one of your songs is nothing to sneer at. Earlier this year, Bob Mould (Husker Du, Sugar) ended his show by inviting guest vocalist Sam Sutherland, author of Perfect Youth: The Birth of Canadian Punk, onstage to cover The Viletones’ “Screaming Fist”. The Viletones played at the legendary CBGB’s in New York City and definitely helped put Toronto’s punk scene on the map. It just grew a bit wearying when, no matter how many other bands were interviewed and profiled, the focus always swung back to yet more footage of The Viletones and present-day interviews with Steven Leckie complaining that he’s a misunderstood genius.

On the plus side, there is a lot of great music in this film. Some bands I was already familiar with, like The Forgotten Rebels, Teenage Head, The Diodes and The Demics. Other bands were a pleasant surprise, like The Curse, an all female punk band that spit and snarled with the best of them. Interviewed today, the band members are sharp, savvy and funny, and I would love to see them reunite and record an album. All that remains of their legacy is a controversial 7″ called “Shoeshine Boy”, about the 1978 murder of Emmanuel Jacques.

The film is also one hell of a heady trip through a time in Toronto that I heard about but was a few years too young to take part in. I heard all about The Beverly Tavern, The Crash ‘n Burn and The Roxy. Is possible to feel wistful about events you never attended? Because that’s how I felt watching the footage from shows at those clubs. There’s the usual amount of bitching from the surviving punk veterans that punk these days sucks, but Joey Shithead from DOA wisely points out the dangers of waxing nostalgic about how it was all better back in the day. There were plenty of shitty bands back then, he reminds us, and there are good bands working now.

There’s a great quote near the end of the film from someone whose name I can’t recall – he pointed out that what often gets dismissed as nostalgia is a genuine and meaningful desire to revisit and re-examine something that was meaningful to a lot of people. We can’t escape the things that shape us.

So is the film worth watching? Absolutely, when you can watch it at your own pace. I’d throw it on at a party, crank it up and give everyone a raucous and irreverent history lesson.