Harvest
And so it begins...Fifteen years ago, when the Harvest Jazz and Blues festival was still in its toddler years, Jonny's sister recruited us to volunteer doing security. Security was obviously lax that year but we (and everyone we didn't 'secure') had a great time and kept coming back. Mostly based on the huge volunteer jam parties they used to have at the market, we did security for 2 or 3 more years. I consider those years as paying my dues. Since then, and after my years missing the festival when I was in Victoria, I have instead tried to take in as much of the festival as possible as a fan. The last couple of years I have shelled out for the ultimate pass and wandered freely all weekend. This year I wasn't on the ball and was actually starting to get worried about getting to see what I wanted to see. This morning the Gods smiled.
When I arrived at work I three emails offering 4 passes and I got myself and a couple of friends set up. At that time I told Jackman it was good karma for my role in helping the festival get off the ground. At that point he told me that there is no such things as good or bad karma, there is just karma. There is, on the other hand, such a thing as bad shwarma, and I would advise against that at all costs.
On with the show this is it!
Pace out.
posted by Vitamin S @ 5:22 p.m.
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