I close my eyes and the thrum of Daniel Romano’s guitar begins to vibrate in my blood, like a primordial engine, revving before it launches into the full extent of its propulsion. We, my fellow festival goers and I, are suspended in the dense, sonic coda that inevitably precedes a concert, communally hanging on a breath, awaiting both the familiar and the unexpected —keen to be transported in the ethereal slipstream of live music. Sackville is the place and Sappyfest is the occasion, the small and brilliant festival that takes place here every summer. Continue reading SappyFest: Sackville Challenges Urban Centres For Culture →