I know I said I was going to reduce the blog to once every two weeks during the summer and rest assured, I plan on doing that, but for now I am still going strong. Expect that next week you won’t hear from me, and maybe not the week after. Or the week after that. Why you ask? Well, yours truly is taking his family on a much-needed extended vacation. And I won’t be allowed to write. More than likely. Here’s hoping it can at least be relaxing.
I say that because the last little while has been anything but relaxing. Whether it’s our energy markets being completely schizophrenic between the physical and paper side (hint – we are in an energy deficit and prices have been making no sense for a while now) or inflation still running hot (ahem, it’s no longer about energy, it’s now about financing and shelter costs) or high interest rates or heat waves or forest fires or smoke from the same or Russia’s ongoing invasion of Ukraine or Trump or Biden or Trudeau or Capital Gains Taxes or Freeland or Carney or, more locally, health care in crisis and water restrictions… well the last month or so is definitely not for the faint of heart.
Layer into that the end of the school year, summer camps, summer school, teaching a 15 year old to drive and the frenzy that is the Calgary Stampede (have I mentioned my daughter is in the Young Canadians?) and you can well appreciate why a vacation, from work, from blog, from summer even is in the cards for this nuclear unit.
I am hoping that the time away will recharge the batteries (see, even I run on renewable energy!) and give me some time to formulate thoughts on the great topics of the moment including any just transitions I should be aware of and the future of my city, province and country. Also, the future of the energy market. The potentially soon to be arriving in your inbox Canadian recession. Or not – no one knows anymore. Prices. Stock markets. Pipelines. LNG. Value vs growth. Why a company like Apple or Nvidia can trade at up to 45 times REVENUE while an 8% yielding oil and gas stock trades for less than asset value.
And what in the world is happening in the United States where we have a battle for the ages – or should I say Battle of the Ageds – between Sleepy Stumbly Joe Biden and Wannabe Tinpot Dictator Trump embarking on his Donald Trump and Friends Retribution and Revenge Tour and Revue.
I don’t know what to make of this anymore. So I’ll say this – as a Canadian, it’s out of my hands. Good Luck neighbour – you’re going to need it. Given the choices, maybe President Harris doesn’t sound so bad anymore.
It’s an upside down world and I’m going to give you the goods on how to survive it. In August.
For now, I am going to leave you with an annual tradition like no other – an ode to the Calgary Stampede – warts and all. Did I mention my daughter is in the Young Canadians and the Grandstand Show?
Let me say first off that I am happy that the Stampede is back with a vengeance and feels almost normal. Some people, of course don’t share those views and that’s OK too. I say “almost” because really, there is nothing normal about the Stampede. Did I mention my daughter is in the Young Canadians and the Grandstand Show?
Unlike last year (or the disastrous year before… “Best Summer Ever”) there aren’t as many people running around saying the sky is going to fall and we shouldn’t congregate in massive crowds because we are going to get a raging 297th wave of some Covid variant or its line-dancing cousin the BA 32.6 variant. Fortunately, most of us have moved on. We understand COVID and the risks and the mitigating actions to take. We’ve hidden away, isolated and gotten jabbed. We are all ready to break out and party. I’m vaccinated. My family is. By and large everyone I know is. My extended family is. The Uber driver is. The waiter is. The fry guy is. The guy with the tin foil hat? Maybe not. Regardless, it’s time to put that behind us and move on.
The other cohort who is against Stampede is the social justice warrior class who feel that the Stampede organization is some mega-connected political influence machine for the governing UCP and CPC, kind of like the Koch-funded Heritage Foundation in the United States.
Sorry folks. Hate to dispel that myth. The Stampede is a not-for-profit that puts on the “Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth”. It is run by dedicated staff that do tremendous things in the community year-round and serve as a rallying point for people in the city, province and country.
The Stampede is dependent on multiple levels of government for support and thus need to be apolitical. They may have a disproportionate number of conservative types on their board because that’s the demographic of the Calgary business community, but that is counter-balanced by staff and board representation from city council. They may have some outsized influence in the city, but that’s because they own a big shwack of land, smack dab in prime city real estate and, well, did I mention the Greatest Show on Earth?
That said, politicians do fundraise around it. But what politician wouldn’t? High profile event, lots of people, flip some pancakes, 10 second soundbite, move on. It’s a politician’s dream. And everyone does it. Even Trudeau. Oh wait, he decided not to come. What a fragile flower. Poilievre did. He gave a “stirring” speech wherein he called Trudeau a wacko. Sort of politically incorrect, but whatever – I’m more put off by the “old-timey” words he peppers his speeches with than what he is trying to say. For now.
But the main story for me around Stampede? The workers. The community. The organizers. The grass-roots and the volunteers. The celebration for the city and the boost for the economy. For 10 days, there is a giant spotlight on Calgary that not even a busted water main and a Trudopean snub can dim.
I’m biased of course, but not blind. Biased because my daughter in the Young Canadians and the Grandstand Show. This is five years in the program now and it all feels back to normal. She persevered. The Stampede persevered. And as a result of her efforts, the Young Canadians’ efforts, the Stampede’s efforts, our efforts and your efforts, the show is back on in spectacular fashion.
And this past week I got to see the results of that (four times already! One more to go).
I got to watch my daughter on the stage, living her dream in what feels like a city rejuvenated. 20,000 people a night, 10 shows. I love watching my kid perform and am so proud of her for what she has done. This may be her last year and I may cry when she takes her final bow on Sunday. That’s OK right?
And I think that’s maybe better than OK. It’s downright awesome.
And in honour of that, I am re-upping my annual “Ode to Stampede” to segue into vacation time. Hope you like it. Yahoo!
Ode to Stampede.
One of the great and (occasionally) annoying things about living and working in Calgary is navigating the annual all-consuming celebration of fun and cowboy hats that is the Calgary Stampede. Whether it’s surviving double-deep-fried scorpions coated in Oreo batter, boiled corn rolled in ground-up spicy Cheetos, mainlining mini-donuts or running the gauntlet of corporate gatherings, Stampede is a unique event in our city.
How unique? Well, it’s got its own action verb and language – that’s pretty unique.
“Have you been stampeding yet?” “Sure have, we were at the chucks the other day and then were given’r at Nashville North for a bit before hitting to Cowboys tent. Maybe the grounds on the weekend for the grandstand and plan on hitting the Stomp at the end of the week.” What?
In addition to being a well-known international tourist attraction, the Calgary Stampede is also a combination of rite of passage and a (mud-spattered) window into how the local economy is doing. It’s both a lagging and leading indicator of the mood of the city and province’s business community, more specifically the energy sector.
In boom times, the Stampede celebrations tend to be lavish, garish and quite often over the top – a true bacchanalian homage to the excesses that everyone associates with the energy sector.
In down years, the mood is decidedly somber, with many low-key events. The focus is on restraint and charitable contributions and many of the invitations (even the emailed ones!) will be in black and white.
In between, in what I will call the “transition years”, the party struggles to find its footing. And quite often it rains.
Added into the mix is a whole kabuki theatre sideshow of municipal, provincial and federal politicians and leaders of national and provincial parties all vying for the attention of the media and public at large by trying to prove their cowboy bonafides by flipping an endless parade of pancakes, exposing for all to see their astonishingly poor fashion choices and delivering tired political messages in a cowboy metaphor infused version of a western drawl.
Seriously though, it just wouldn’t be Stampede without some federal Liberal controversy or another stiff and awkwardly dressed conservative flipping pancakes and posing for pictures with some children and First Nations people (all in one if possible!) before dashing off to have important closed-door conversations with who knows who about who knows what. Although interestingly, most politicians fail to grasp that not much gets done during Stampede except parties and that the person they are talking to is most likely on their way to getting drunk or is still that way from the night before.
At any rate, no number of politicians flitting around, hosting breakfasts, building up or tearing down the economy and buying boots (seriously, is there anything more annoying than politicians doing their photo op boot purchases and sticking on their market study determined cowboy look?) can change the reality on the ground. The midway, the parties, the attendance, the rodeo, the chuckwagon races, the tarps for sale on the chuckwagons, the grandstand show (did I mention my kid is in that?) – these all tell us what may or may not be going on.
So, what is this year’s Stampede telling us?
Pent up energy
Brash
Back in the Saddle
Celebratory
Ready to seize the opportunity
With an active Stampede show participant, I have spent more time on the grounds and out and about this year than I normally do so I am actually in a position to comment.
First off, despite some lingering COVID fearmongering and/or Twitter mocking of the whole event, the crowds are way larger than I anticipated. Even in Canada’s pre-recession state and with the Bank of Canada determined to wreck everyone’s finances, everywhere is packed.
I am told that attendance is rivalling 2019 and if the 45-minute lineup to get foot-long fries (which are gross by the way) is any indication, it is massive. All the usual stuff is happening, and everyone is Stampeding as if they were teenagers.
The four (four!)) Grandstand shows I have attended so far were packed (did I mention my daughter is in it?) and contrary to prior experience, when the chuckwagon races were over the crowd did not thin out but instead stuck around for an exhilarating show celebrating a 1980’s rock and roll, accompanied by an epic fireworks show, motorcycles, Sasky boy singers, some fire, drones, terminator robot dogs and, of course, the aforementioned daughter.
I spent some time walking the midway and sampling a disproportionate amount of fried food, and clearly the buzz is back, even in the face of bizarro weather and big crowds. There was plenty of poutine, chicken wings and pickle lemonade. And a plethora of novelty food (cricket hot dogs) and deep fried whatever you want to deep fry along with a melting pot of foods from around the world.
Worthy of note, the prices are sky-high – inflation was readily apparent in costs for everything pretty much across the board. I suspect some of that is to offset accelerating labour costs but $30 for a turkey leg seems out of reach for your average teenager or family of four.
Speaking of teenagers, holy free holy Batman. While the adult population appeared back in volume, the teen population was doubling down. Maybe they were always there, and I just didn’t notice because there were so many other people they blended in, but it was impressive. Kids clearly were bursting at the seams to get out and do “something” after another school year from hell and the Stampede has provided a much needed outdoor, social release of stress.
Worthy of note as well on top of the age demographic of the attendees is the decidedly multicultural makeup of the attendees with pretty much all of Calgary’s ethnic communities well represented on both the grounds and the grandstand.
Oh – for the COVID conscious? Masks are still visible with about 1 in every 10,000 attendees.
Politicians? I’m happy to report a zero count on that front at the grounds. This might have something to do with the very visible police presence throughout the grounds.
Oh, and it’s not Stampede unless some clumsy teen tries to pickpocket me and take my phone. Didn’t work BTW.
It’s hard to get a solid read on what is happening, it really felt like it could go either way. A mixed bag as they say.
But the busy-ness reflects an energy I haven’t felt in a while. Which I guess is kind of where the Alberta economy currently sits. All while the Stampede barometer is sending mixed messages.
Politically we have just moved on from a crossroads. Alberta has tossed the NDP to the side and has selected Danielle Smith to lead us for the next 4 years. Her style (gaffes aside) is much more populist than Jason Kenney ever was and, on occasion, even someone as cynical as me warms up to her messaging. Then the inevitable happens. “Whoops – why would she do/say that?” I will say I appreciate the unabashed support for the energy sector and Alberta’s economy and any shot landed on the Federal Liberals . The jury is out on some of the other initiatives. Time will tell!
On the federal side we have a Liberal government that has lost its way but firmly in power with NDP support and a conservative party in ascendance despite (or maybe because of) Pierre Poilievre resembling an annoying gadfly using his fingernails on a blackboard transformed to buffed-up everyman with a heart of gold standing up for all the little guys.
On the energy side, we’ve got a commodity market that lost its way in the first half of the year but is in a Goldilocks scenario that is neither too hot nor too cold. Rig counts are up in Canada, but not enough to pop the champagne. Pockets of the industry are flat out busy while others can’t turn a wheel. The mighty West Texas cash flow incinerator has slowed to a crawl. Canadian producers are making more money than banks but stock prices are lagging.
The TransMountain expansion is open for business and flowing sweet, sweet peanut butter.
LNG Canada is underway and construction of it and the Coastal Gas Link pipeline is almost complete – BC is going to EXPLODE! From drilling. Not LNG catching a spark..
Europe is a de-industrializing energy disaster and we need to be doing more to help them replace Russian gas. Saved by a warm winter they managed to limp their way to record AC use this summer. A fast tracked LNG processing facility on the East Coast should be an unrelenting priority, but I suspect our government would rather give German companies money for batteries instead and avoid pissing off Quebec.
It feels like something wants to happen, like the sector wants to bust out and race ahead but it’s still shackled to a lack of confidence in the market due to inflation, rising rates, recession fears and inconsistent messaging from the federal government.
It is not unusual to be confronted by this conflicting sense of optimism for the future and pessimism about our prospects, often in the same day, sometimes even in conversation with the same individual!
And I feel the mood at this year’s Stampede reflects that a bit – a big celebration because prices are decent and we are making money hand over fist, but a bit adrift, floating in its bubble of uncertainty, fearful it will all come crashing down.
I am of course in no way suggesting that the Greatest Outdoor Show on Earth is anything but – I love Stampede, warts and all. But the reality is, and always has been, that the Stampede is a reflection of the mood of the city and that, as the city gets larger and more “sophisticated”, its personality and that of the Stampede gets more complicated and nuanced. Yet under it all is a manic and barely restrained energy – the dynamic, entrepreneurial, get it done spirit that is Calgary at its finest – just waiting for a spark. An attitude of “enough of this crap, time to get busy.”
Meanwhile, as the province has moved on from COVID and the election (we have, right?), so has the business world. While most of the time you rarely get any serious or actual work done during Stampede, this year it has for sure been less work, more play. The phone is still ringing. Conversations have been real. Deals are getting advanced. It’s promising. It’s down to business, headwinds be damned. But everyone really just wants to party.
So where does this all lead? Well, based on my rather unscientific observations, I feel the city and the energy sector is ready to break out or already has. The starting gun has been fired. As the Rangeland Derby announcers say: “And they’re off”.
It’s Canadian firms like CNRL stepping up in the oilsands. It’s basins like the Montney that rival anything in the US. It’s a political environment that is fluid and dynamic but waking up to the reality that it needs a vibrant Alberta and energy sector to power a lot of the country. It’s young, energetic management teams taking over in the service sector. It’s deals getting done. It’s Calgary shaking off close to 120 months of being downturned, downsized and downtrodden with 40 months of pandemic fear and uncertainty layered onto the tail-end and saying enough is enough.
It’s a Stampede that started with a bang that gathered strength and swagger as the week went on, pretty much emblematic of where I see the Calgary and Alberta economy at this exact juncture in time. It’s an 18-year-old teenaged dancer standing on stage with her friends, teammates and peers, footl0oose and free, fireworks firing, arms outstretched welcoming the grandstand crowd back to the show and taking one final bow before moving on to bigger and better things.
It’s getting better. It really is.
And I have a party to get to.
See you when I’m back – have a great midsummer.
Yahoo!
