Pemberton Music Festival: day 1 recap
After a day of mass transit, the Pemby party is in full swing.
Let the games begin. Welcome to the first day at Pemberton Music Festival 2015.
On Thursday, thousands of teenies, fratboys, bros, flower-power revivalists, 20-somethings, 30-somethings, 40-year-olds, four-year-olds, ragers, ravers, banana-men, alts and normcores flocked in various fashions to Pemberton, British Columbia for one of Canada’s biggest and best music festivals.
Sure, the journey was different for everyone, but there were both trials and triumphs that people endured together, because that’s what #PembyFest is about: togetherness.
Some campers afforded themselves weekend access to their own golf carts, and others RV’d. But for most of the Pemby rabble, it was the hike-in to the GA camping area that defined the onset of their festival experience.
Winding around the perimeter of the festival grounds, a gear-laden procession of peeps trudged their way along a woodchipped path.
On my hike, I passed a defeated girl heaped over a wagon filled with water bottle flats, Twisted Teas and loose bags of potato chips. And when it looked like all hope was surely lost, her knight in beige cargo shorts barreled through, leaving several beverages scattered in the dust.
After a few bends and straightaways, the herd came to a gridlock at the camping entrance. While bags were searched for glass and questionable substances, campers of varying preparedness shuffled along with their overflowing backpacks and beer pong tables.
Once past the inspection, campers were free to navigate the sea of tents and set up shop.
Early birds were treated to fantastic music from the get-go. Toronto electronic artist Allie X flexed her pristine pipes while Vancouver’s Lovecoast brought some upbeat reggae stylings to the pleasure centres of Pemby’s first wave.
“Calm, still, horny and weird. . . We are set for Pemberton” hometown rockers Gay Nineties posted to their Facebook page on Monday. By Thursday, the calm was substituted with turnt, but the horny weirdness kicked it up a notch. #freethenipple appears to be trending again.
"Is anybody feeling X?" - Allie X
Hats. They’re not only a personal shade provider, but an opportunity to get strange—immediately.
You might prefer the functionality of a wide-brimmed sombrero, or the comedy of a bright yellow squid, but if you’re not wearing one at all, honestly what’s the matter with you?
Not at one point did the stream of bodies crossing over the highway into the festival grounds pause. Looking at the vast expanse of tents, the thought of adding more is like trying to add water to the ocean.
Inside the grounds, overheating bodies clung to the shade offered by the stages’ gargantuan canvases. People formed in tidy formations along the angles of the massive shadows.
As the day progressed toward night, more and more bodies gathered for every new performance, amplifying the migrations of crowds from a show to other shows, to food stands, and the, er, facilities.
The focus of any music festival is obviously turning up to the tens, but to become completely unaware of place is to lose one’s dignity. Now, I won’t tell you not to go hard, but don’t take risks on the behalf of others. In other words, don’t get so messed up that you fumble a lit cigarette into the bone-dry brush.
Breaking in the midst of a body-bouncing demonstration of Canadian rock majesty, Billy Talent’s Ben Kowalewicz asked the audience to “take a second to thank all of the firefighters who are working so f*cking hard so us idiots and you wonderful people can have a good time,” before ripping into hit-single “Rusted in the Rain.”
Photos courtesy of Pemberton Music Festival
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