Good morning everybody, and One Louder to you. Here's a mini review of last night's experience at the Boat. As you might recall, we spent a lot of last year's festival reminiscing, thinking happy thoughts about the decade with an ethic that can be summed up by the lyric "how are you people going to have fun if none of you people ever participate?" This year has a real "right now" feel to it, the past year has been a real eye-opener for Wavelength, it feels a bit like a young horse roaming out of the pen for the first time, last year was the first year where we had the chance to focus our attention on the fun and semi-regular one-offs instead of spending a lot of energy feeding the Sundays, and we romped around Guelph and Montreal and even more exotic locales like Gibralter Point, Wavelengthing away, and the new sense of wonder about the here-and-now pervaded last night's show.

Not a hint of nostalga, the four bands who played were all spot-on taking care of the exacting business of making this precise moment awesome, Anagram coaxed out the softest mosh pit ever to break out in the centre of the universe, sworling and swirling around like heat swooshing around the surface of the sun.

Watching the Guest Bedroom was like watching a cable TV show about a team of experts who build a cake in the shape of the Tower of Babylon and opening the curtains to let the light of the full moon spill through the drapes overtop the television and as each layer of cake is laid down the tension builds, right up to the last breath of the last verse, the teetering sense that the band couldn't possibly ride that wave through the whole set, but they do! And as the last song outros, the cake is presented, the credits roll, and you cry, you can't be sure if you're crying because the cake didn't fall or because of the silver moonlight. That's what the Guest Bedroom sounded like to me.

Bruised Knees built each tune out of deceptively simple tones, and chaperoned their songs while their songs emerged and explored their surroundings and, the performances were restrained and exuberant at the same time, they allowed the songs to layer back and over and through themselves, the band breathed and huffed the songs along until the listeners got lost in the weight and fog of each tune. Loved their set. For some reason they reminded me of elephants making elephant art, broad strokes followed by gentle touch followed by a flash of insight. I like elephants, I hope nobody takes that the wrong way.

I can't be objective about Jim Storie Juniors, I wasn't able to watch the show since I was singing at the time, but from my perspective it felt better than taking a chocolate bath with Michelle Phillips and I hope some of that good vibe spilled over to rest of you, helped set the mood.

Looking forward to tonight's show at the Music Gallery! We have installed our Poster Show.