Photos by Emily Jefferies and Andre Gagne
It started with the TD Green Room and ended in a 1970’s stucco basement. I made my way across the city Saturday to witness the growing mass of talent our country is always pumping out.
The Lytics from Winnipeg, Manitoba played a four track set that definitely helped rejuvenate the recovering room from the night before. Their synced energy through 60’s R&B and old-school soundscapes was what everyone needed to kick off the vast day of Canadian music. Legend Jim Cuddy took the stage with his sons, that could have been mistaken as seeing triple if you didn’t know any better. You could feel the concentrated support and warmth in the room as every act went up, which in part was also thanks to the open bar and fresh food smorgasbord that was offered. A few more hours to give some young emerging musicians their moments, and then I was off to experience night two of JUNO Fest.
First up was Flying Hórses at St. Alban’s church. She had already begun as I entered a few minutes late into a placid ambiance.
As guests rounded the corner, the scene was just Jade Bergeron, a piano, and rows of focused eyes, all surrounded by beautiful Gothic architecture. Her transportive cinematic scores demanded everyone’s attention, that no one minded the popping cans at the backside bar. It’s no wonder she has worked alongside Oscar nominated composer Dustin O’Halloran, and award-winning director Alexandre Richard. She is such an angelic talent to witness in the flesh, as most left the church with body chills.
Next was Townes at Zaphod Beeblebrox. Matt Radich is a multi-instrumentalist from Oakville. Surrounded by
I moved over to Rainbow Bistro to mix it up a bit before having to jet down south. The house was packed as I waited to be let in. Lyle Odjick and the Northern Steam were inside heating up the house with their original blues numbers. After explaining my need to get in for a few snaps, I thankfully skipped the line and pushed my way through the masses. Lyle was sweating hard from all the soul and energy the band was putting into their instruments. The classic Chicago riffs had everyone moving. As I was leaving, I somehow swiftly caught a server’s falling tray of drinks (which undeniably was influenced by the band’s smooth rapture), and raced out the door to the Glebe.
I ended the night with Weaves at House of TARG. There’s no
Thank you to all the musicians who came to the Capital this weekend for the JUNOs. This nation is overflowing with talent. You just need to open your ears, eyes and search engine.