I went out for a walk around when my attention got caught by the very deep sound of some kind of drum in Gastown. To much of my surprise I came across to a big crowd filling in the streets of the historical quarter of Vancouver, for the “Make Music Vancouver”. It’s a festival to celebrate the beginning of the summer; something that would make no sense in a sunny place like Italy, but that really remarks the importance of challenging the ever-lasting clouds that, especially this month, make the city very rainy.
I was surprised not only by the amount
of people, but also by the festival itself: not a big stage, but several small
kiosks, each one handing out music with live bands instead of food to a crowd
hungry for fun and craving for one more dance.
It was an incredible blend of styles
rather than a single style, gathering hippies, punks, simple tourists or simple
onlookers, even a chap trying to resemble Elvis Presley, mixing smell of cigars
and smell of joints, techno, jazz, rock, something vaguely sounding like ska
and other undefined kinds of music; a fusion of everything in a city that mixes
people and cultures from all over the world.
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