Sunday Morning Coming Down

Keeping in line with all great trilogies, the weather for the third day of Vancouver Island Music Fest is a disappointment. It’s still warm and prudence dictates that I continue wearing this infernal baseball cap but clouds have crept across the sky.

The last day of a festival is always tinged with melancholy – the heavy drinking is finished and with it all the sweaty campsite indiscretions. Summer dresses have replaced bikinis and the fat men have all come to their senses and put their shirts back on.

At VIMF to promote their new album Grand Isle, Steve Riley & the Mamou Playboys were just the thing for a morning like this – an invigorating zydeco sound to brighten up the mood like lightning bugs in the backyard on nights when the moon hides away.

Hangovers, if not retreating completely, at least gave some ground as the Playboys picked up speed and soon the dancers in the crowd got to their feet.

The Cajuns always have known how to throw a party.

Brennan Storr writes the blog Largely the Truth.