Osheaga Montreal

WHAT'S HOTTER THAN ALL THE BUZZ AROUND RADIOHEAD'S TRAILBLAZING ALBUM DOWNLOAD OFFER (oh my god like did you hear whoa!)? WHY, PAINFULLY DATED MUSIC FESTIVAL PHOTOS, OF COURSE!

Only now that the dust has slowly settled over Parc Jean Drapeau can we at WRMC make an adequate assessment of our most anticipated music festival of the summer. Or: it has taken me weeks to get around to writing this review.

Boarder Patrol Officer: Where ya headed?
Us: Montreal.
BPO: What's the purpose of your visit?
Us: A music festival, sir.
BPO: What is the festival called?
Us: Osheaga, sir.
BPO: OK, have a good trip.

Wait no, but like seriously, it was way more nerveracking than it seems. You should have seen his beady eyes. And the way he rubbed the edges of my passport. Almost like he knew. I was like pooping my pants.

But alas, it is only Canada. Good old Canada. French Canada. Or Freedom Canada as I like to say. WRMC's photo documentation, if only to prove that we were actually there:

The Clientele

Blonde Redhead

Feist

Thompson spent upwards of let's just say a large amount of money on some not-so-fresh strangely colored sushi. Sam's love is unconditional. Ward began to hallucinate and took this photo, thinking he was actually capturing the moon nibbling on a deer's rib.