Monday morning, 7:30 am is the fateful moment: the return to reality: the city. During the 700 kilometers of road to Quebec City, I try to summarize in my head this 14th edition of the FBMB, difficult.
Of course I would have liked the event to stretch out a few more days, but my body seems to be more or less okay with the idea. I participate in many festivals every year in Quebec and New Brunswick. Just like the Festif de Baie-Saint-Paul, the one in Gaspé has its own unique "something".
At the end of the peninsula, the music lover is not bombarded with shows... he is offered to discover. At rue de la Reine, I rediscovered the family, the camaraderie and the unifying spirit of music. Even when a few drops fall from the sky, time stands still and you don't leave the festive street.
Give me a break
This winding road that is the 132 leading us to the end of the world is part of the experience. At each village we get closer to the goal, we discover, we marvel. My few discussions with artists present at the event all had one thing in common. For many, this stop in Gaspé is the culmination of their summer tour, and for others it's a moment to catch their breath," explained one musician.
"In Gaspé, we rediscover human relations, we are in direct contact with the spectators and we would feel uncomfortable hiding in our dressing room (...) it is a crowd bath where we are ourselves the crowd, for a moment!
To be honest, I have rarely seen so many artists take the time to go see other shows and stay a few days for the pleasure. Here there is no question of strolling around the hotel, we enjoy the moment.
On the way back a construction site; 180 seconds of waiting in front of the sea is not enough!
