[Flamenco]

It's been 10 years since the Hip played Edenfest at Mosport Park July 13th 1996. Does anyone have any cool memories of this show?

Of course we all over indulged consuming copious amounts of alcohol and other treats. So when we decided it was finally time to see the show our friend choose to sleep. At that stage I believe Edenfest was one of the larger shows the Hip had played. Live finished their set and welcomed the Hip to the stage. It was then I realized the enormous bowl had filled with people. A very surreal moment indeed!

There were a few technical issues. Sound wasn't great and the video screen stage right was out. Regardless we enjoyed that evening fully and completely!

And after the show in the midst of 60 or 50 thousand people we found our friend who had just awoken from his sleep!

[girthy69]

This isn't about Edenfest, but kind of relates to finding your friend. At ARA in '97, the show had finished and my girlfriend, brother and I were complaining about how parched we were. Just then on the ground, I kicked a full bottle of water. Good thing was, it had not been open. So we cracked the seal and enjoyed a fresh beverage.
It's great when neat and unexpected things happen at concerts.
Mark

[direwolf74]

I didn't see that show, but I remember it had an unbelievable lineup of Canadian and international bands, and I really wanted to go. Muchmusic was there covering it, and I remember them asking Everclear's Art Alexis which bands he wanted to see, and his reply was something like "I'd like to see The Tragically Hip, because they're like the Beatles up here, but nobody in the States has ever heard of them." Funny stuff.

[chris]

I vaguely remember that interview... I bet there's a Hipbaser out there who's got it on tape. If so, send it my way and we'll get it on the next Grab Bag DVD!

My Edenfest story is of not going to Edenfest. I was working at Canadian Tire and sold camping gear to all my buddies who were going. It was so painful that I can't even remember why I didn't go.

[Killer Whale Tank]

My idiot friend said he had a tent for us and that he'd bring a cooler which we could fill with food so we wouldn't have to buy $45 hot dogs. Being stone broke, I said, great. Being a f**king idiot, he forgot his cooler and didn't realize that his tent was missing crucial parts and could not be assembled. We spent the first night sleeping in the open air, being stumbled over by drunks and getting dirt in our mouths. After that we slept in his stifling car, which blew a flat on the way out at the end of the weekend. This was as morons were setting fire to the site, having been told that the big 'Mystery Act' was actually supposed to be a jam by lingering musicians, which never materialized. We drove home (300 kms) on three and a half tires.

The Hip played a good show. I remember being bewildered by the inclusion of 'Sherpa' in the set, though - a momentum killer if ever there was. But I recall '50 Mission Cap' being especially ferocious that night. I also had diahrrea due to having eaten some spoiling broccoli, so that may have affected my mood...

All in all, not among my most treasured of Hip memories!! cratch: In fact, it kinda turned me off rock festivals for good. Not the Hip's fault, though!

[girthy69]

If I remember correctly from the Much video, didn't Gord go "my name is Pierre Eliot Trudeau" when introducing "Grace, Too"?

[hipkid33]

That was the show when I was completely turned onto the Hip. In fact I bought TATH there at the show. Before this concert the only Hip I knew was what got played on the radio. They were awesome. I was several hundred feet back to the right of the stage. I was blown away. Been a die hard fan ever since.
Since I wan't a true Hip fan at the time I thought Bosstones show was the best, all these beach balls being knocked around. I was in the pit for this show and fell on many of them. Got kicked in the head a few times, but oh well, thats the price you pay.
The only thing that sucked about it was the end of the last day and the ride home. After the mystery act failed the place went bananas. We were in a tent on a hill directly opposite the main stage. Many around us packed up and left, but many others stayed behind to start fires, t.p. trees and dance around the fires to the beat of "Blister in the Sun" as played by several drunks banging on 55 gallon garbage cans with sticks. It was actually kind of surreal. My friends and I sitting around our tents with mass chaos going on all around us. Not one person bothered us. Not a one. We didn't dare go to sleep though.
I had borrowed my dads 1985 F-150 3-speed manual (with overdrive mind you) with a straight-6 that had like 130,000 miles on it.
After the night with no sleep, we start heading out on our rough trek home to Grand Island (Buffalo), on what must have been the hottest, most humid day of the year. I start to get near Toronto when I notice that the truck is running abnomally hot. I had no tools with me, or water for that matter. I was a dumb kid. I end up pulling off to the side of the 401(?) right in front of downtown Toronto. Let the truck cool off for about an hour and a half, checked the fluids, everything checks out. No leaks. No steam. Start 'er back up, we make it as far as St. Catharines, pull off, wait another 2 hours for the truck to totally cool off. Start up again and we make to Grand Island, at the top of the ramp of the exit the truck dies. Let it cool off again, and thankfully she fired up again just long enough to make it home. Thermostat stuck closed. Closed. So a 2.5-3 hr trip took almost 8. Thats my long winded story!