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Sappy Time Singular

Nancy Pants - "Kokoro"
Cakes da Killa - "The Sermon"
Jay Arner - "World of Suffering"

Last week, I went to Sackville for Sappyfest, the best music festival in the world. This was my third time attending, but my first without Sean's voice there to guide me. For 7 years, Sean wrote a little newspaper for the festival called the Sappy Times; every year, he attended as many shows as he could, then stayed up 'til sunrise typing out accounts of everything he saw that day, the things he heard and the feelings he felt.

Sappyfest is a pretty magic-feeling festival - it's incredibly tiny, the town is idyllic, and every weekend I've attended the weather has been absurdly summer-sunny, like it's being directed by someone with no sense of subtlety. The town, too, feels almost comically lovely - there's a perfect bar that feels like the best living room you've ever been in, attached to the town bowling alley; there's one cinema filled with dreamy soft light next to a perfect terrible diner; there's a hidden tobacco store where you can buy a 25 cent mug you'll treasure for years or a baseball cap with an incomprehensible logo ("ALLERGY 2000") across the front. And somehow, just like in a normal dream, your friends are there. Not all of them, necessarily, but a lot; old friends, new ones, people you haven't seen in years, people you didn't know were coming. By the end of the weekend, everyone starts to look like someone you might know or have met at some point - people from bands, people from your life, people you stood next to at the house show yesterday - so eventually you just give yourself over to smiling and nodding and waving at everyone you see.

Done right, the whole weekend feels like a dream, and I honestly can't think of a single writer better-suited to transcribing its strange swamp magic than Sean. It's a really specific kind of pleasure (one whose exact analogue I've never felt anywhere else) to wake up every morning, amble into town, and pick up a copy of this secret note that feels as though it belongs to you alone and to every single other person around you all at once. Seeing everyone walk around town with their copies creates a kind of loose, sweet, camaraderie, one that's as diffuse as it is palpable, not just because you know everyone's reading the same thing as you, but because you know everyone's feeling the same thing while they read it. You get to see the things you saw yesterday (plus all the stuff you missed - Sean is somehow everywhere, always) from a new angle. Clear-eyed and dazzled all at once. There's this feeling like yes, everything you felt and heard and did and saw was real, but also yes, you were not wrong to think there was something else to it, something shimmering you could not quite touch or describe but that ran through your experience like a charge. Yes, this is all real, but real isn't all of it.

But Sean has a life, one that's getting bigger in all directions all the time, and so this year's Sappy was my (and many other people's) first without the Times. Though I'd realized in the past how good it felt to have the paper around, I don't think I was quite prepared for how different the whole festival would feel without it. Missing its paper of record, the whole festival felt as though it were missing a crucial thread, a through-line or a third rail. More and less real at the same time.

My favourite shows were almost all in the bowling alley this year: Shotgun Jimmie's heart-swelling one-man party, Un Blonde's sweet, electric calm, Nancy Pants and Julie Doiron making my heart all jangly. Jay Arner turned my sorry hangover into a subtle synth melody and floated it away on the breeze, and Tim from Ought reading his poetry on a sleepy early afternoon in the cinema made me feel young-Montreal-lucky. I liked Nap Eyes like I always like Nap Eyes; I liked Weird Lines and She-Devils and Mauno; I liked a bunch of other bands whose names I forgot to write down because I was too happy listening to their music to hunt around for my phone or my notebook, because in my heart of hearts I am a good listener but a terrible journalist. I only heard most of Cakes da Killa's set from outside the mainstage tent and it still fucking knocked me sideways. I loved Partner's joyful shredding so much I thought I might faint every time they played a solo, and when Josée cried while dedicating a song to a dog she loved I cried too. I loved the perfect puppy I saw in the tank park behind the mainstage; I loved the raspberries Mike and Tree found and picked and shared with everyone; I loved eating fish and chips on the steps of the United Church while staring into the most gorgeous sunset I've seen all summer, hearing strains of Julie Doiron float over to me on the light; I loved driving with Carlo; and I loved missing a few shows to go swim in the ocean.

Sappyfest is magic. Go next year if you can, and even if you've never been before, do yourself a favour and get lost in some of the old Times.

[buy Greville Tapes / Cakes da Killa / Jay Arner]


Posted by Emma on August 5, 2016 9:30 PM

DE-GRAV

Describe the image


Vacation - "I Wish I Could Be Someone Else"

For a time, when I was a kid, I wished that I could be a superhero. Not Spider-Man or Batman or Wolverine or any of the other big names. Nope, I wanted to be a member of the Power Pack.

They were a crew of crappy kid superheroes, all siblings, who wore primary-colour outfits and had these awesome shiny metallic moon boots that I coveted. Whenever they got to fight an actual supervillain, which was rare, they always sucked at it and an older superhero had to happen by and help them out. After, the hero would always warn the kids to stay out of the superhero game because they would get hurt.

I wanted to be the one who had the power over gravity. He could use it to float or to lift super-heavy stuff. When he used his powers a weird black and white checkerboard pattern appeared on him, as if he was powered by second wave ska. So cool. His name was Gee. Less cool.

For a time in grade four those powers were what I wished for on every falling star and wishbone. De-gravitational powers! I used to wake up every morning and try to float and then be bummed out that I still didn't have my de-grav powers. I remained a normal ten year old boy waking up in the dark on an Edmonton winter morning. What a drag.

I don't know what happened or when, but at some point that dream of being a kid superhero gave way to another equally far-fetched desire, then another one after that, long forgotten. Each was a longing for some impossible thing. Then I became a punk and started living in the real world, man. Just kidding.
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One of the best bands I saw this summer, Vacation from Ohio destroy with their tuneful, amped up, snotty songs. Their new LP Non-Person is out now from Don Giovanni. "I Wish I Could Be Someone Else" is a late contender for song of the summer. A back-to-school anthem for kids who dropped out long ago. [buy]
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PS Don't forget to catch up on this year's edition of Canada's newspaper of record, Sappy Times, especially if you, like me, weren't in attendance at the mighty Fest of the same name this year. As a one-time weather reporter for said organ, I implore you to be enlightened and delighted by this bastion of independent journalism.


Posted by Jeff on August 4, 2015 11:11 AM

SAPPY TIMES VII

So fatigued I'm barely literate after completing my seventh splendid weekend at SappyFest. SappyFest is the treasure of Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada and my favourite music festival in the world. Founded by the likes of Julie Doiron, it is small and weird, specializing in brave, sincere and noisy rackets; 2015 marked its improbable 10th anniversary.

Seven times now, I have penned Sappy's Sappy Times: a daily journal, printed on real paper, distributed across the festival site. Every night I'd get home at 1 or 2 a.m. and, with the help of this year's new Junior Correspondents, collect my thoughts on all the marvels I heard. The Times were penned between the hours of midnight and 6:47 a.m. My three nights added up into about 13 hours of sleep. The greatest performances I saw were by PUP, Frog Eyes, Nap Eyes, Partner, Nancy Pants, ANAMAI, Mozart's Sister, Julie Doiron, Human Music, Michael Feuerstack and Les Hay Babies. Other major highlights included Shotgun Jimmie's Guided By Voices Sing-Along and a late-night DJ set by DJ Coconuts (a man in a gorilla suit who plays and plays and replays a vinyl copy of Harry Nilsson's "Lime in the Coconut".

As in 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014, for archival purposes, and for the interest of Said the Gramophone readers, I offer the digitized Sappy Times right here:

Saturday // Sunday // Monday (pdfs)


If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's special and small and remarkable. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian maritime provinces. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

Thank you again to Lucas Hicks, as well as Matt Tunnacliffe and the SappyFest board, for making this one of the gladdest traditions of my year.


Posted by Sean on August 3, 2015 6:24 PM

SAPPY TIMES VI

Sappy Times VI


I'm bleary, blearish, bleared after finishing my US book tour and spending a blowout weekend at SappyFest 9 - the treasure of Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada and my favourite music festival in the world. It was an honour to return to Sappy for the sixth time - especially this year, as it passed from one set of hands to another. The kids are alright.

And for the sixth time, I penned Sappy's Sappy Times, a daily journal that is proudly printed on real paper, and distributed across the festival site. Every night, I looked back at the previous day's activities. The Times were penned between the hours of 1am and 5:57am. I got about 14 hours of sleep in the past three days. Concert highlights included Michael Feuerstack, Basia Bulat, Spencer Burton, Dusted, Weather Station, Freelove Fenner, Bry Webb, the Sackville scream choir, and the reunited Constantines.

As in 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013, for archival purposes, and for the interest of Said the Gramophone readers, I offer the digitized Sappy Times right here:

Saturday // Sunday // Monday (pdfs)


If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's special and small and remarkable. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian maritime provinces. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

And finally, a little awkwardly, if you run a festival or an event or a zeppelin race or anything like that, and you would like to bring me to where you are, to write something like the Sappy Times, I would always love to talk to you. Email me here.

(image source)


Posted by Sean on August 4, 2014 10:21 PM

SAPPY TIMES V

Sappy Times V


I'm bleary and uncontainable after spending the weekend at SappyFest 8. The treasure of Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada and my favourite music festival in the world. My fifth Sappy was another cozy, splendid celebration. A temporary colony dedicated to art, friendship, transformation, and a million deliberate details.

For the fifth time, I penned Sappy's Sappy Times, a daily journal that is proudly printed on real paper, and distributed across the festival site. Every night, I looked back at the previous day's activities. The Times were penned between the hours of 1am and 7:45am. I am, yes, pretty pooped. Concert highlights included Colin Stetson, Sarah Neufeld, Alvvays, Eucalyptus, Naomi Shelton & the Gospel Queens, Coach Longlegs, Underachievers, AroarA and Pictish Trail.

As in 2009, 2010, 2011, and 2012, for archival purposes, and for the interest of Said the Gramophone readers, I offer the digitized Sappy Times right here:

Saturday // Sunday // Monday (pdfs)


If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's so special and small and remarkable. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian maritime provinces. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

And finally, a little awkwardly, if you run a festival or an event or a zeppelin race or anything like that, and you would like to bring me to where you are, to write something like the Sappy Times, I would always love to talk to you. Email me here.


Posted by Sean on August 5, 2013 6:02 PM

SAPPY TIMES IV

Sappy Times


SappyFest 7 happened at the beginning of August. Sackville, New Brunswick's music and art festival is one of the greatest little things in the world: a tiny village assembled just once a year, filled with racket and song. It is a place to make friends and cherish them, to fall down and get back up. Tiny stages filled with the world's greatest noisemakers, heartbreakers and pals, where nobody wants anything more than for the moments to be special.

At SappyFest I write SAPPY TIMES, a daily newspaper of the things I hear. SAPPY TIMES is proudly printed, on real paper (!), and distributed for reading throughout Sackville, NB. But paper gets wet, or gets lost, or maybe you weren't at Sappy at all, you poor daft sorry fool. So as in 2009, 2010 and 2011, for archival purposes, and for the interest of Said the Gramophone readers, I offer the digitized SAPPY TIMES right here:

Saturday // Sunday // Monday (pdfs)


This year's festival highlights include: Metz, YAMANTAKA//SONIC TITAN, Canailles and Man Forever's hullabaloo, as documented in Saturday; Fucked Up, Christine Fellows, Eternal Summers, and the Talking Exploding Diamond Talk Show, which did feature an exploding diamond, as remembered in Sunday; and Bry Webb, the Mouthbreathers, Silver Mount Zion and BA Johnston, as documented in Monday.

If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's so special and small and of exceptional quality. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian maritime provinces. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

And finally, a little awkwardly, if you run a festival or an event or a zeppelin race or anything like that, and you would like to bring me to where you are, to write something like the SAPPY TIMES, I would always love to talk to you. This is my email address.


Posted by Sean on August 20, 2012 3:51 PM

SAPPY TIMES III

SappyFest Six


I've returned from SappyFest Six, probably the best SappyFest ever, the best festival I have attended in years, and I have to send out a loud shout to everyone in the world who has never attended this tiny three-day shindig in Sackville, NB (pop: 5,411): IT IS A TREASURE & EXTRAORDINARY & YOU NEED TO COME. I really mean this. Gentle, vivacious and stunningly curated, with thunderous moments and quiet moments and loving moments. Cheap food, good beer, activities & diversions. All at a scale that puts friendships first, intimacy over spectacle. On Saturday night we watched Charles Bradley and we all held hands, in our little tent.

At SappyFest I write SAPPY TIMES, a daily newspaper of the things I hear. SAPPY TIMES is distributed, on paper, throughout the SappyFest site. You can read about past years of the festival, and also about the festival generally, from my 2009 and 2010 posts. Here are this year's pages, written always between the hours of 11pm and 8am, and this year with marvelous meteorological reporting by Jeff Miller.

Saturday // Sunday // Monday (pdfs)


This year's festival highlights include: Owen Pallett & les Mouches and Arcade Fire's surprise performance (under the name Shark Attack), as documented in Saturday; John K Samson, Sandro Perri, Little Scream, Bonjay, Charles Bradley and the Menahan Street Band, as documented in Sunday; Drumheller, Pat Jordache, Shotgun Jimmie, Jim Bryson and Jerry Granelli, as documented in Monday.

If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's so special and small and of exceptional quality. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian east coast. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

And finally, a little awkwardly, if you run a festival or an event or a zeppelin race or anything like that, and you would like to bring me to where you are, to write something like the Sappy Times, I would always love to talk to you. This is my email address.


Posted by Sean on August 2, 2011 12:09 PM

BLUE BLUE ELECTRIC BLUE

David Bowie - "Sound + Vision". We lived on a deep island, so we made deep boats. Just a deserted dot in the middle of the Atlantic, sandy and palmed, one albatross-flight from an oil rig. One big rock, a hole beside it - a stepladder that led down to a slide, a slide that led to a spiral staircase, and then a series of escalators and elevators, each curling deeper into the ground, where we lived and played and held dance parties. We called the island El Magnifico, because it was magnificent; the El stood for Little. It was the deepest island in the entire world. I lived with my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, and her two children, from a previous marriage. I taught them the foxtrot and blackbottom. I taught them morse code and semaphore. I treated them as my own kids, growing up on El Magnifico.

Yes, we had boats: deep, deep boats. Boats like glaciers. From the surface of the sea, they seemed like little trawlers, tugs. From underwater - upside-down skyscrapers, plunging. We made them using the steel we dug up as we burrowed into El Magnifico. We filled with boats' interiors with mirrors and flashing lights, with clean new kitchen suites and private bedrooms. The idea was that we could give them away to famous rock stars. I wanted to meet Mick and John and Dave and Iggy, wanted to introduce them to my gorgeous wife and our kids. Since it is difficult to attract the attention of rock-stars, to get their managers' to return telephone calls, we built these boats. Deep boats. Then we assembled little promotional packages, folders filled with photos, sent these to the agents. We waited. One day, David Bowie arrived in a helicopter. He had one blue eye and one silver eye. He had red hair. He wore a shiny green polyester suit and carried a saxophone. He was very friendly. He sat with us beside El Magnifico's big rock before we went underground. I remember thinking that his English accent sounded so good that it seemed fake.

"So what gave you the idea for these boats?" he asked me.

"I wanted to meet people like you," I said.

"Yes but why these deep boats?"

I shrugged. "You never see them."

He nodded with a frowny face that said that sounds reasonable.

"What gave you the idea for the riff in 'Sound + Vision'?" I asked.

"The macaw," he said.

"The macaw?"

David Bowie took his wallet out of a pocket in his shiny green suit. Inside the wallet was a folded magazine photograph. He smoothed the creases on his knee. It looked like this:


Hyacinth macaw

[buy Low]

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SAPPYFEST CONTEST

Oh jeez this is getting last minute but things ran away from me. In one week and one day, it is the fight night of SAPPYFEST SIX. This is a music festival in the tiny town of Sackville, New Brunswick, toward the northeast corner of North America. It happens to be one of the greatest festivals in the entire world. It is a festival of vast hearts and beautiful sounds, curated by steady, dedicated hands. One big stage, a few very small ones. Moments for great softness as well as rock'n'roll. A sense of community and shared purpose. Also: great slogans. In 2009, the slogan was A FIRE STORM FROM THE 5TH DIMENSION. In 2010, the slogan was SWAMP MAGIC. This year, it's WITH OR WITHOUT YOU.

This will be my third year attending the festival, where I write SAPPY TIMES, a daily journal that is distributed around town. (For a sense of Sappy, read previous years' editions: 2009 / 2010.) I will also be reading at the zine fair. But mostly I will be going to feel feelings, to see swans, to high-five friends. To listen to music from a remarkable line-up, the best line-up I have seen of any Canadian festival this year, probably the festival's best-ever.

Here are some of the names, in descending order of my excitement: Sandro Perri, The Weakerthans' John K Samson, Shotgun Jimmie, Nat Baldwin, Owen Pallett & les Mouches, Charles Bradley, Julie Doiron, Pat Jordache, Greg MacPherson, Snailhouse, Little Scream, Grimes, Bonjay, Hidden Words, Ladyhawk, Chad VanGaalen, Jim Bryson, Jennifer Castle, Hooded Fang, GOBBLE GOBBLE, Burning Hell, Drumheller, the Sadies, Pat LePoidevin, the Acorn and the Mekons' Jon Langford. Plus a dozen more that I've never heard of - and yes oh shit yes this is one of those festivals where you fall in love with strangers.

But listen, Sappyfest is soon. July 29-31, 2011.

So I'd like to give away one pair of tickets really fast.

Are you thinking of going? You should go. Make a roadtrip. Book a room at one of Sackville's university dorms. Or bring a tent. It is the best place to be. (I really mean this.)

Tickets normally cost $99.99. We're giving a pair away for free. But only quickly.

You have until Saturday noon EST - yes that's about 48 hours - to enter. To enter, you must leave a comment on this post. In your comment, suggest a name for a ship that could set sail from El Magnifico. Yes, it is a silly contest.

I'll choose my favourite and be in touch on Saturday. So you have time to make your Sappyfest plans. Maybe we could meet for a milkshake at Mel's. I hope you'll come.

(photo source)


Posted by Sean on July 21, 2011 9:53 AM

SAPPY TIMES II

Sappy Times, by Chris Campbell

I spent the past weekend at Sappyfest, a little music festival in Sackville, New Brunswick. This is a place 10 hours east of Montreal - not at the end of the world, like Dawson City, but far enough away that boy do you have to want to be there. And boy did I want to be there. Sappyfest is the sincerest festival in the world. It is about small, not big. It is about building magical moments, instead of gesturing toward the impossible. If Coachella and Osheaga create bacchanalian amusement parks, songs sounding from every corner; and Pop Montreal is a city turned treasure map, a hundred Xs strewn through Montreal's clubs; then Sappyfest is just a town. It hosts musicians, newcomers, old friends. It asks everyone to simply build something together: a weekend apart from every other weekend.

The slogan of the 2009 festival was, A FIRE STORM FROM THE 5TH DIMENSION. And in 2010, SWAMP MAGIC.

Go with friends. Have fun. Hear songs you have never heard before.

Like last year, Sappyfest invited me to Sackville to write something called Sappy Times. At the end of every day, from 2-5am, I would go back to my room and rub my eyes and try to set down my thoughts. And in the morning, Paul & the volunteers would print these scrawls, spread them through town. A newspaper about yesterday. A sappy collective diary.

For those of you who were not there, or who missed an issue or two, here they are, for posterity:

SATURDAY / SUNDAY / MONDAY / (all pdfs)

Erratum: The Saturday issue describes a performance by the Chinstraps, joining Purple Knight at a ramshackle roller-derby in the Sackville Civic Centre. This was not Chinstraps: it was Adam Mowery.

The festival highlights include: Shotgun Jimmie, Spider-Man wrestling a luchador (as documented in Saturday); CFL Sessions, Etaoin Shrdlu, PS I Love You, Horses, Jim Guthrie, Snailhouse, the Silt (as documented in Sunday); Cousins, Michelle McAdorey, BJ Snowden, Shapes & Sizes, Sloan's surprise performance of Twice Removed in full (as documented in Monday).

Thank you to Paul Henderson, Jon Claytor, Steve Lambke, Shotgun Jimmie, and everyone who made this happen.

(Sappy Times photo by Chris Campbell, a total stranger.)


Posted by Sean on August 3, 2010 12:23 PM

SAPPILY, SORRY

Hi! Sorry I missed posting on Monday - I am traveling in Nova Scotia and haven't been close to the internet. This past weekend I was at the tiny & wonderful New Brunswick festival called Sappyfest. I was writing a daily newspaper for them.

Though I have to run again now, if you would like a taste of Sappyfest - I've put online both issues of the Sappy Times. Some middle-week vicarious reading for you:

SATURDAY / SUNDAY
(pdfs)

See you soon!


Posted by Sean on August 6, 2009 3:44 PM
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