Originally published in Imprint (Volume 30, issue 9)
I walked away irritable, unfulfilled.
I’d dished out a rather large sum of money for the two-day trip and didn’t feel like I’d quite received my money’s worth.
Looking back, it really wasn’t that bad — blame my irritability on the pain from the countless hours of walking. It was entertaining, definitely. And I got lots of free shit.
The Virgin Festival took over Toronto Island Park for the second time and managed to sufficiently rock me — but not without its share of problems.
Big, small and unknown names took to the four stages dispersed across the island — far enough apart to score me a day’s worth of sore legs.
The main stage, a mammoth sporting the larger names on the lineup, was seemingly where all the action was with majority of the 40,000 people in attendance crowding the area. Two large screens mounted on each side of the stage projected videos of the performances for the convenience…