I reported from Rockperry on Saturday, too. I have to admit I've had much fun, which is strange, because the conditions were quite awful. I had a terrible head cold and I was irritated as never before. I felt the festival armband around my wrist cut into my skin everytime I moved my arm. The thought of all the festival kid made me frustrated and angry.
But somehow it was just fun. I really enjoyed being in the company of Nicke H and Laura M and Erica S, and we did a really good job. This time, I wasn't alone at the festival area, and I felt a bit more, secure, shall we say.
The deadline was an hour earlier than the previous day, so I didn't actually see that much. Tuomari Nurmio, well, it just didn't work. Maija Vilkkumaa, she may well be nice and all, but is she any good? Absolutely not.
So I headed back, and I think I should've gone with Laura, but Hägen wanted me to take the other car. But the thing was, on the way to the car, the only time when I was alone on the festival area, there was two incidents. First, someone shouted what I thought was “Yeah yeah, everybody has seen that by now, take it off!“ and thought he meant my press card. I actually thought it was quite funny, so I said “Thanks!“ and took it off. He suddenly looked a bit confused and said “Of course I was only joking“ and seemed to think I was stupid. But then he changed his mind and said “No no, I meant the bag!. I couldn't believe it. Couldn't he just up? I mean, how could anyone be upset over this dark blue, rather manly, definitely straight, non-latex, sturdy bag I was wearing. And I wore it in a very sensible, civilised manner, too! No waving about or anything. So I regretted that I'd been so kind and started to walk faster.
Then this kid came up to me and started to go on about the same press card I was wearing around my neck. He asked me what kind of card it was and told me he just had to get it. I said that I couldn't give it. He offered me ten, then twenty, then thirty and forty euros for it. I told him no and asked him why he couldn't buy a ticket like everyone else. He was very angry. I pulled it from his hands, as he was already holding it.
He turned around, dramatically, and pretended to breath very deeply, as if he tried to control his anger. I said look, I can't sell it to you. He said “Okay, if you walk away fast“. I tried to ask him again why he couldn't buy a ticket, but he just said “Go away!“, so I went.
Then I heard “Run!“ and I felt I just had to defend my manly pride. So I turned around and asked “Why should I?“ and he answered “Do you want me to answer that?“ and although I was a bit scared I managed to say “Well, go ahead“. Luckily, he didn't try to make a scene or anything and just left. I left too. I have trouble with these hot youngsters. Don't know if I could take a fight or anything, despite the fact that I'm much taller. Most probably not, because they have the correct training and I have none. But still, it feels horrible to have to listen to all these small kids insulting and threatening me from every direction. I'm sure Nicke didn't get this kind of treatment.
Anyway, I wrote everything very quickly, which was of course mandatory. And together with Lauras excellent photographs and Nickes brave encounter with T. Nurmio, I think we did a really good job.
Yes, it's all a matter of taste, in fact of good taste and bad taste. Who has said that before?
written by Mattias