On hygienic conditions
Nostalgia mode begin!
So Oxegen was full of mayhem and antics, but i'm totally glad to be back. Those kind of conditions do not suit me at all (portable outhouses... the images of horrendousness will never fade from my mind) and tent life did not offer the opportunity for comfort or privacy. Nonetheless, it was fun, and there were great bands on offer, most of which I didn't expect to be great.
My diet for the three days consisted of cold baked beans (in tomato sauce), quaffed straight from the can and washed down with cheap Lidl beer (Grafen Walder, I was shocked at the prospect of the germans making a bad tasting beer). It was also refreshing to see that the old systems of barter are still in place somewhere in this world, I traded my lighter for two paper cups (a vital commodity) and then through the ancient art of alchemy I soon was drinking rum and coke out of said cups.
Yet amongst the seemingly free markets in place, monopolies were held by the evil concession stands, who sapped us innocent festival goers of our hard earned money. 4.50 for a piece of F grade meat and faux-bread bun?! Blegh. Still, a welcome change from all those beans...
The bands themselves were quite enjoyable, but the atmosphere alone was worth the €160 or so I payed for the ticket. Wandering up to a random group of people and chatting away with them gaily was a unique experience for shy old me. I won't get into a huge review of the acts I saw, but Bell X1 and Sigur Rós totally blew me away. I was so in awe of both that a trance like state developed within me and before I knew it they were finished playing. Quite the exceptional bands! And Bell X1 threw marshmellows out to us, which was fun, except people were eating them off the gravely ground. Many callings of the five second rule could be heard!
Anyway, my 19th birthday approaches and I'm feeling kinda weird about stuff but that's for another post!
So Oxegen was full of mayhem and antics, but i'm totally glad to be back. Those kind of conditions do not suit me at all (portable outhouses... the images of horrendousness will never fade from my mind) and tent life did not offer the opportunity for comfort or privacy. Nonetheless, it was fun, and there were great bands on offer, most of which I didn't expect to be great.
My diet for the three days consisted of cold baked beans (in tomato sauce), quaffed straight from the can and washed down with cheap Lidl beer (Grafen Walder, I was shocked at the prospect of the germans making a bad tasting beer). It was also refreshing to see that the old systems of barter are still in place somewhere in this world, I traded my lighter for two paper cups (a vital commodity) and then through the ancient art of alchemy I soon was drinking rum and coke out of said cups.
Yet amongst the seemingly free markets in place, monopolies were held by the evil concession stands, who sapped us innocent festival goers of our hard earned money. 4.50 for a piece of F grade meat and faux-bread bun?! Blegh. Still, a welcome change from all those beans...
The bands themselves were quite enjoyable, but the atmosphere alone was worth the €160 or so I payed for the ticket. Wandering up to a random group of people and chatting away with them gaily was a unique experience for shy old me. I won't get into a huge review of the acts I saw, but Bell X1 and Sigur Rós totally blew me away. I was so in awe of both that a trance like state developed within me and before I knew it they were finished playing. Quite the exceptional bands! And Bell X1 threw marshmellows out to us, which was fun, except people were eating them off the gravely ground. Many callings of the five second rule could be heard!
Anyway, my 19th birthday approaches and I'm feeling kinda weird about stuff but that's for another post!