Posts Tagged ‘festival’

I found that hitchhiking out here by myself really taught me was how to be¬†myself. ¬†No one who picks you up knows what your normally like, leaving you free to be¬†whoever you like and ultimately leading to learning how you act when not obligated to fit into someone’s perception of you.

He picked me up on the entrance to the 400 as I sat playing guitar with a sheet of paper saying ‘Perry Sound’. ¬†The conversation flowed steady for a good hour or two. ¬†He was headed to the Yukon to hold an Indie Film presentation. ¬†He recommended some good indie movies I said I’d check out but forgot about. ¬†He also played in a punk band in T.O. ¬†He gave me some tips having hitchhiked himself. ¬†He dropped me off at the YMCA in Sudbury. ¬†He even got out and made sure I got in alright.

As I wandered around in Sudbury I came to a park on a hill looking over the town. ¬†I’m always writing lyrics to make into songs and this is what I wrote there:

On a road in nowhere

I sit and stare

to catch a glimpse of what I missed and come to grips

that I don’t care

I was so sad to let it go

but here with open hands I know

the sweetness wasn’t having it held

It was breathing it in a blowing it out

Perfected a futilely flawless routine

inevitably becoming monotony

Had no idea what to do, to do better

so I started my story on a fresh piece of paper

Now following the flow

in the unknown

I listen to the¬†rhythms I’m given

to guide, to decide my direction

The passion is pursuit, not possession, of perfection

I spent the whole weekend, my bags already packed, everything I owned on my back, at Freedomfest, a festival near Barrie for local bands.  My old band Settle For Less had played there previous years but we were defunct now.  That was one reason not to stay.

Also I’d moved so many times in the past year that my belongings had been whittled down to just a few things anyway so fitting everything I need in a backpack, rucksack and guitar case wasn’t too difficult. ¬†People think freedom is being able to buy everything but it’s actually not owning anything.

Everyone was there, it was perfect.  It was very sneaky of me to make it my goodbye party.  It was a weekend long party with lots of great bands, some of which I knew and some not.  It was a great time for music in Barrie.

I got a ride from my old guitarist Dave’s drummer from his new band Junior (later to be renamed Fight Like Gentlemen). ¬†They dropped me off on the TransCanada highway, said goodbye and drove off. ¬†I wonder if everyone was expecting to see me back in town the next week. ¬†I sat there, not even accustomed to hitchhiking at all, wondering if I’d get picked up and thinking about this being my last opportunity to waffle and just go back to Barrie. ¬†But I couldn’t. ¬†There was nothing left for me there…