We'll usually say that when summer is at its best, one weekend just seems to bleed into another. At its peak, one good time leads into the next to the point where, sometimes, you can't even fully recall what happened. Times flies when you're having fun and all that jazz.

But MAN OH MAN was last weekend something else: A collapsed stage, thunderstorms, Mr. Worldwide cancelling his show and leaving fans waiting for hours in the rain, and don't even get us started on terrassegate. It was one for the books, but not because it was a fiasco.

Nope, it was the indomitable spirit that drove it all. Montrealers and out-of-towners alike wouldn't let anything get in the way of their having a good time. It was goddamn admirable. If you're reading this and you were out there, hats off.

We'll usually say that when summer is at its best, one weekend just seems to bleed into another. At its peak, one good time leads into the next to the point where, sometimes, you can't even fully recall what happened. Times flies when you're having fun and all that jazz.

But MAN OH MAN was last weekend something else: A collapsed stage, thunderstorms, Mr. Worldwide cancelling his show and leaving fans waiting for hours in the rain, and don't even get us started on terrassegate. It was one for the books, but not because it was a fiasco.

Nope, it was the indomitable spirit that drove it all. Montrealers and out-of-towners alike wouldn't let anything get in the way of their having a good time. It was goddamn admirable. If you're reading this and you were out there, hats off.