Chromeo, 10:41 p.m.
I’m not ashamed to say it; I spent all of Chromeo’s 50-minute set dancing on top of a picnic table like a moron – and I loved every sweaty minute of it. One of the kids … Continue reading
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CSS is my hot sex
CSS, 9:10 p.m.
The last time I saw CSS it was about two years ago in Toronto, when they opened for Ladytron. It was one of those shows where your new favourite band just lands in your lap, and you … Continue reading
The Go! Team do it, do it, alright
7:28 p.m., The Go! Team
The people in the crowd might not have remembered that their mothers taught them to play nice (there were kids throwing fruit onstage, kids sticking gum in other obnoxious concert goers’ hair and the usual … Continue reading
Duffy will play your Bar Mitzvah
7:02 p.m., Duffy
Duffy was already into things by the time I high-tailed it over to the mainstage. I knew I wouldn’t be staying long (the Go Team were already penciled in my schedule – and after MGMT ran … Continue reading
MGMT Leave Me Feeling MT
5:45 p.m., MGMT
MGMT’s Oracular Spectacular’s become sort of a default soundtrack in the Dose office (only interrupted by 3 o’ clock Belinda Carlisle dance parties. Don’t ask.), so MGMT was a must-see on my festival schedule.
I … Continue reading
Bring on Day 2!
4 p.m., The Kills
After passing the gates, there was just enough time to throw away some money on merch and sandwiches (while some songs from Matt Costa’s mainstage set cascaded across the park) before The Kills made it … Continue reading
What do you mean they already played Mr. Brightside?
9:35 p.m.
Ah, so that’s why the kids left the Sebastien Grainger show — The Killers had already started. I still say they’re crazy for ditching that set, but hey, they’re loss.
From the half-hour I caught, the Killers seemed … Continue reading
Sebastien Grainger gave himself whiplash?
9:10 p.m.
With Iggy and the Stooges wrapping their set around 9:08 p.m., by the time I got to Sebastien Grainger and the Mountains’ stage they were already a good 10 minutes or so into their (criminally short) half-hour … Continue reading
Iggy Pop is Cooler than You, Me, Your Mom
8-ish.
I know I’m a dork. But I’ve never felt dorkier than finding myself pushed towards the front of a stage at an Iggy and the Stooges show — as Iggy’s yelling right in your direction to bust through the … Continue reading
Chocolat? Cat Power? Chocolat? Cat Power?
7:05 p.m.
Like you may have noticed yesterday, I’d hardly say “decision making” is one of my stronger suits.So, in the attempt of getting the most Osheaga has to offer, I decided to split my attention. Before Cat Power… Continue reading