Geez. What a special experience. I just got back from my first Winnipeg Folk Festival and I guess…read moreI'll be a lifer from from now on, if I'm lucky. It's hard to describe and it is a bit like being absorbed into a secret cult, except it's only secret because it's in the woods in Manitoba, and it's not a cult it's just a magic weekend at a campground full of friendly, diverse families loving music. There are no corporate sponsors or brands, all the food is local, and all the presenters and organizers seem wildly earnest. There are workshops all day where the musicians in the fest are brought together to jam and tell stories around different themes (my favourite.) And then big shows at the main stage each night with thousands of people sitting and listening carefully, and thousands more dancing politely on the side to not block the view.
The other thing you should know is that there is the festival proper, which consists of a main stage and about 6 other smaller stages set throughout the woods around the Birds Hill Provincial park, easy walking distances between them, to which you can purchase a day or full weekend pass and see everyone from Feist and the Shins to Bruce Cockburn and Daniel Lanois (and that was all just this past weekend, plus hundreds more.) There are taverns with local beer on tap and all kinds of food vendors from local Winnipeg restaurants.
And then outside of the festival grounds there are the festival camping grounds, and this is almost like another festival entirely. Tent cities tucked between trees and stretching across fields, every imaginable kind of hippy van and RV, homemade teepees and Buckminster Fuller geodesic domes and yurts, a whole popup music venue and bar in a tent slinging whiskey and the tent walls shaking till the early morning hours with insane bands and crowds pushed up against them signing along. There is an endless mushroom-fueled drum circle on Pope's Hill watching for Aurora Borealis, and every fifteen steps there is another campfire, with a group of new friends of all ages, curled around a couple guitars, ukes, banjos, mandos, a standup bass, even a full drum kit at one campsite, drawing you in to singalong as you pass by. There is a dress up tent, and a trading post, and the most delicious pizza oven on wheels... and so much more.
I'm super thankful to have been indoctrinated into this weird special extended loving love-in.
Much love and gratitude to the organizers and the endless streams of smiling volunteers.
Can't wait to go back.