I’m lying on my couch as I write this, tossing aside tissues and drowning myself in cough syrup and Netflix. Yep: it’s the Sunday after the Halifax Pop Explosion. And I’m in no condition to write about what just happened these last five days.
I wish I was. I wish I could write about the Rich Aucoin show that will go down as one of the biggest and most wonderful celebrations Halifax has seen in years. I wish I could write about how I was so overtaken by Titus Andronicus’ secret show that I wound up in a mosh pit for the first time in a very, very long time. I wish I could write about hearing so many joyous noises circling through the halls of St. Matt’s church, from Dan Mangan’s growly voice to the blistering chords of The Rural Alberta Advantage. And I wish I could write about Fucked Up bringing the whole week to a close with two sweaty, chaotic, rambunctious spectacles.
And I may well find occasion to tackle a few of these in the future. For now, though, I suspect the best way to document my HPX 2011 experience is in photos. So after the fold, you’ll find 30 photos from 30 different HPX sets featuring 28 different artists.
This is the week that was. And it was pretty amazing.