I am not a live-music fan, even outdoors (though that does make more sense to me). However, there is one little woman who can drag me out of my apathy for outdoor concerts, and that is Buffy St Marie. She’s long been an artist and a person I’ve looked up to, for her talent, her heart and her social activism. Saturday night, Buffy was playing at the Aboriginal Live concert at the Forks. Falling behind in my writing, and needing very little excuse to turn down crowds and mosquitoes, I had decided to stay home. Until I couldn’t ignore that Buffy St Marie is 75 years old (how long will she be able to pelt out Starwalker and give me goosebumps on goosebumps?), and just over the bridge from me.
There was no chance for parking anywhere at or near the Forks, so I elected to park at the corner of Goulet/Marion and Main (Dominion Centre) and walk over the Main Street bridge. Using the back way into the Forks, this is surprisingly close. I was stopping to take pictures and chat, but I don’t think the walk was more than 10 minutes to the stage, 15 at most.
I admired the view of the river, and even the path leading to the Forks, which is heavily treed and pretty. By the time I arrived, it was getting dark, and when I saw a group of young people almost completely blocking my way, I confess to a little apprehension. Pulling the dog close on the leash, lifting my head to present with confidence, I marched on. I started to smile when I was about 50 feet out, and saw that one of the young men had a baby carriage. I was really laughing at myself when one of the girls, adorably young and blonde, and very drunk took a liking to Kenna. By the time she had petted the dog enough, we were best buds, so much so that I got a fabulous hug before I left. Most people, even young ones, in a group, and even in the dark, are very, very good.
The concert was amazing. A Tribe Called Red was just starting when I arrived, a group well-worth seeing. The crowd wasn’t too bad, and very polite and chatty, and there was just enough breeze to keep ALL mosquitoes away. I was standing right beside a group of young Eastern-Europeans who decided they would leave just before Buffy came on stage. I interjected a plea that they hold on until the last performer came on, that they would be missing the best if they left. They were not familiar with her name, but I asked if they knew Universal Soldier. Ah … that they knew. When I told them that Buffy wrote it, they were sold. After a couple of songs, one of the girls came over to thank me for making them stay. She does put on one hell of a show.
Walk Details: The Forks
And it was a real walk, too. The straight distance was between 2.5 and 3km, and I wandered off quite a bit. No doubt over 3km.