By Anjo Pallasigui
Summer in Canada goes by fast. You blink and it’s already August. That’s why when the weather’s good, you make time for things that matter.
Last weekend, we had a backyard jam. Nothing fancy. Just friends, a few guitars, and a small setup outside. Some of us have been playing together for almost 20 years. We started in basements, stayed up late rehearsing, played small gigs when no one was really watching.
Now, we’ve all got jobs, families, different cities even. But when the music calls, we still show up.
Raize the Flag played. Drake Caringal did a set. Beautiful Sabotage came all the way from Montreal. There was barbecue, cold drinks, and that kind of energy you only get when people know each other too well. We laughed, we listened, and we played. After the sets, the jamming didn’t stop. Everyone had something to share.
This wasn’t about reliving the past. It was more like checking in. Reminding ourselves we’re still here. Still making music. Still part of something.
Backyard sessions like this keep the scene alive. No stage lights, no big crowds—just music, and the people who’ve always been part of it.
That’s more than enough.
