Scott Kennedy
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Young guns
A walk around a lake. A big lake. All the way around. It’s late summer. The days are long and the sun still has heat. My car whines with a high-pitched wheeze as it slaloms up the Coronet Peak ski field access road. I’m not on my way to an adventure. I’m on my way…
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Harder than ice
The rise, fall and resurrection of the Bush Creek Rink. Cold fingers pull laces on stiff leather – breath hanging in the air, the waft of woodsmoke, the cackle of childish laughter. I flip my collar and sink into the wool of my jersey. This isn’t the time or place for modern fabrics. Grabbing my…
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The Shadow
A classic gets a second life. That slow sway, rocked like a baby in a cradle. Sloshing from side to side in the wind, you’d bump shoulders with a stranger, a friend, or the one you hoped to sway into the night with. You’d huddle for warmth; you’d share a nip, a drag, a puff…
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Moonlight Mondays
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Maybe not. It started on a warm summer Monday just over a year ago. I was probably trying to work off some holiday ham, mourn the whisky from the night before or just get out of…
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Stumbling in the dark
Illuminating LUMA. One of the many things we lost in 2020 was the LUMA Southern Light Project. As we welcome it back, musician and light artist Scott Kennedy ponders LUMA’s flickering dream of “maybe”. As I write this, it’s two weeks before the start of the LUMA Southern Light Project, and as you read this,…
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The Rhythm Method
Scott Kennedy reflects on how Rhythm & Alps went from the Little Festival That Could to the hottest, and rarest, ticket on earth. In case you hadn’t noticed, the global live music scene is a dumpster fire. Glastonbury – grab your Hunter wellies, you’re gone. Coachella – pack up that culturally inappropriate headdress and get…