Festival of Small Boxes

I have been to the Tadou, Tadoussac song festival several times over the weekend. A wonderful festival that has everything. Everyone in the city is involved, the scenery is amazing, the food is good, the venues are intimate, and the artists are happy.

But according to Duty, we should like the Tadoussac Festival because: 1. It is “the first time directed by a woman”; 2. Programming is equal (as many women as men); 3. Eleven of the crew of this small festival held at arm’s length are women.

There are a thousand and one reasons to love Dado.

But keeping them in pants or under skirts is not part of it: I don’t care!

Check the boxes

Over the years, it’s been a big deal, a big issue of festivals. We are very different! Very inclusive! Very evenly! There are certainly artists who use this cause to gain sympathy by spreading their feminism like others spread jam on their toast in the morning. And there are those obsessed with little boxes, always classifying individuals according to the labels given to them. You are no longer a “talented artist”, you are a “talented XYZ minority artist”. That annoys me!

What’s different about the quality of Tadosak festival where the programming is equal?

Marjo was in Tadosak. Are we going to see Marjo because she’s a woman, because of her sense of equality, or because of a great performance as dynamic as the Hydro-Québec dam?

Karin Ruel

Calamine was present in Tatosac. Would I have liked to see Calamine because she was a girl? But no, woman or not, I have no interest in this artist after reading this description: “The Kalamine concerto presents itself as a statement of grotesque irreverence, a celebration of hereditary patriarchy and the mundane temptation and an eco-conscious lament. and cynicism compete with each other. In the face of neo-liberal cynicism, personal degradation invites us to dance in the world’s decline, embracing the intellectual bad faith of populists and squandering our status from the point of view of empowerment. The preferred therapeutic tools during his concerts are mania and alienation. I prefer a root canal to being told about hysteria, alienation and powerlessness.

It’s even weirder, the times we live in.

Doctors talk to us about “foreholes” and “micropenis,” we change genders like we change shirts between Monday and Friday, identity is fluid…but we’re obsessed with male-female equality.

“We care about representation. We want to present representative and inclusive programming,” Tadou’s new director tells us.

But what does this phrase mean? The music industry has always been inclusive, black and white, men and women, Europeans and Africans, classical and electric. That’s music: crossbreeding, mixed genres, ebony and ivory!

She is him

But I think about it this way: If equality is half male and half female, then a group of eleven women is not equal! We’re going to put a man on it!