2017-08-26/27: washing up at the Wooden Boat Festival

So here's the thing: we've spent literally a decade being incorrectly introduced as "Vancouver's premiere pirate band, so get ready for some sea shanties!" because, well, we never got around to changing our name... and it was indeed with an eye toward filling that particular hipster niche that we initially formed beneath that banner. But with the exception of our standout Vancouver Public Space Network gig at Pirates of the SeaBus literally a decade ago, a "Lowbrow on the High Seas" art party at the (long-defunct) Marine Club, a couple of pirate parties, a cancelled engagement launching Salesforce.com in Gastown... and of course that Hallowe'en spent at the McBarge... well, suffice it to say that if you thought that our central conceit was an empty one, you'd have been hard pressed to be proven wrong. Our not-so-secret secret identity as a chanty crew sailing the high seas of melody was just a left turn at Albuquerque we'd failed to make.

But now, arguably at our least nautical ever, we've finally been invited to perform at the 30th annual Wooden Boat Festival, presented by the Vancouver Wooden Boat Society. Go figure. "First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win," right?? OK, actually, that comparison is totally inappropriate, so moving right along...

There's a lot going on there at Granville Island (where we haven't played since our Fringe Festival appearance accompanying Melinda Gidaly's Jew! A Musical at the BBQ pit) over the course of some four days -- music, workshops, and yes, actual boats made of actual wood. (Irish coracles, go take a long walk off a short dock.) Turning you on to the complete schedule of events would... overstep our actual knowledge of the festival proceedings, but we can tell you with authority that we are slated to perform twice across two days, from 3:15-4:15 pm both on Saturday the 26th and Sunday August 27th at the Market Courtyard venue -- which I expect is out back behind the Public Market, so ... don't let the seagulls steal away your hot dog!

Years ago I had no success getting Planks to join me busking (to middling reception) in the environs thereabouts, but this time we will do much better because this time around I do solemnly promise I will refrain from singing Kurt Weill's Alabama Song with my amendment to the lyrics "Show us the way to the next bag of soup", in deference to the nearby "Stock Market" stall, selling prefab soups in little baggies.

You can't reasonably expect us to end on a higher note than that, so... see you at the market! (And thanks to the guests at the Dunbar garden party earlier this month for making the most of our diminished turnout... one accordion still can crank out quite a bit of music!)