I've learned a few things this weekend:
– To survive on a festival, given that you don't want to crawl in the dust, go with the flow, drink yourself daft, lose all your dough, you have to be very, very disciplined. I think I was.
– Among disrespectful, filthy people, behave like you should!
– You get shouted at if you wear a boy scout's outfit (“Saatana, partiolainen!“). It wasn't my plan to wear one. When I stepped out of the car, the clothes were just on me, and I thought “Damn, I look like a boy scout“. And so I probably did. Damn. No one else did.
– Goth rock is llllaarge in Finland. I've never seen so many people with crazy black clothes and desperate make-up in my life. When 69 eyes played, my eyes bled. Damn you people!
– Camping is most certainly not for me. I was thinking “Well, you can choose if you want to take that petit bourgeois stance and look down on the happy campers. It's all your choice“. But when I visited the tent area on Sunday, my God, my sore eyes again. There was filth in extreme and the most unpleasant smell filled my nose. The people had calmed down, tired of three days of partying, but still, it was overwhelming. It's incredible how much filth people can produce when they really try. So now I realise, it's not even a choice, it's a complete necessity. Don't ever go to a place like that. This is the place where people go to lose all their dignity. Seriously, I can't imagine how people can return to anything after engaging in three days of falling behind portable toilets, inhaling the fume of burning furniture and exposing everything to everybody.
– Don't draw too many conclusions from your past. I met R and it wasn't anything what I had expected. Instead of me being terrified which would make her being at a loss, it was just nice, calm and really not a big deal in any way, which was a giant leap forward for me personally. I make too much a deal of everything. I really liked how she talked and acted.
– The Donnas are crap, nothing to see or hear. The Bravery is a simple, traditional, slimy rock act in a post punk/new wave costume. Jason Ringenberg is was the nicest American on the festival. 69 Eyes and Negative are pure evil, not to be played with. Mars Volta requires drugs, which means I didn't like them. The Tears make themselves look strange when they swear not to do any Suede songs and then plays what sounds like boring Suede songs. Moneybrother is charming like nothing else.
– “Hang on to your dreams“ (said like Lawrence)
written by Mattias