I'm bleary and uncontainable after spending the weekend at SappyFest 8. The treasure of Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada and my favourite music festival in the world. My fifth Sappy was another cozy, splendid celebration. A temporary colony dedicated to art, friendship, transformation, and a million deliberate details.

For the fifth time, I penned Sappy's Sappy Times, a daily journal that is proudly printed on real paper, and distributed across the festival site. Every night, I looked back at the previous day's activities. The Times were penned between the hours of 1am and 7:45am. I am, yes, pretty pooped. Concert highlights included Colin Stetson, Sarah Neufeld, Alvvays, Eucalyptus, Naomi Shelton & the Gospel Queens, Coach Longlegs, Underachievers, AroarA and Pictish Trail.

As in 2009, 2010, 2011, and 2012, for archival purposes, and for the interest of Said the Gramophone readers, I offer the digitized Sappy Times right here:

If you've never been to Sappy, I'll say it again: it's so special and small and remarkable. If you enjoy the kind of music I do, and the songs we do, you owe it to yourself to book a trip to the Canadian maritime provinces. See some swans, some beautiful songs, then drive to the coast and swim in the sea.

And finally, a little awkwardly, if you run a festival or an event or a zeppelin race or anything like that, and you would like to bring me to where you are, to write something like the Sappy Times, I would always love to talk to you. Email me here.