The weekend tale
What a really, really crazy, long weekend.
I'll even goes so far as to drop the f bomb and say it was fucking stupendous. STUPENDOUS!
I didn't really know what to expect and, I admit, I was a little scared after finding out that Halycon was a 9 hour event starting at 10pm. But I made it. I made it to the end and I didn't want to stop and now I'm bloody exhausted. There were a few highlights... I'll tell you about them.
One of the strangest things I noticed, and have noticed every single time, is that after standing at a concert for an hour or so I get nasty lower back pains. Always have. But dancing for hours and hours and it's like floating in a cloud. Maybe I should be one of those people that dances manically at anything and everything. I could.
Younger Brother was a disappointment and far too rock based than electronic. I get it, though. They're probably going to hit the big time because of it. Shpongle was cracking. I was insanely happy and would close my eyes and really listen, and open them to see someone grinning at me and then I would have my hand shaken or would find myself in the embrace of other happy people! It was a beautiful thing. It's not just the music being appreciated, it's the appreciation for the people really loving it.
The crowd on that night might've been the best crowd I'd ever been in. I approached the venue and was blown away by how beautiful everyone was.
I made some friends. A group of Italians who smoked and danced with me. Niko, Simone, Anita. They went to the warehouse party the next evening and we stuck like glue and had a blast.
The warehouse was bizarre. It was under a railway and there were huge brick archways and cobbled stones. I think it's a car park by day. I arrived on time and was a little awkward. There was lots of napping in the day and lunch at a fantastic vegan cafe. The cabbage was exquisite and the rice milk latte, so very yummy.
Ahh, it was SO GOOD. I checked the time once throughout the whole night and was sad once 7am came round. I think I was buzzing on something special. I didn't take drugs (though I got offered them many,many, many times). I don't really know what happened. I had a few energy drinks. Which I never, ever drink, but they were worth it. I don't even remember Hallucinogen playing. It all molded into one big dance fest. I don't think I looked at the stage once. I looked at the people. And we looked at each other. And there was so much smiling.
I never thought it could be true, but I think it might be my thing. I've already got another one lined up for a few weeks time. This time in Manchester. Modeselektor. This group of people put together a bunch of warehouse shows one after another for 3 months straight. I had no idea it was only an hour away. Yeow!
I met some nice guys from Holland. They were so young and very friendly. I bumped into them in the wee hours and one of them said that he hoped I didn't think he was hitting on me. They'd been boyfriends for 18 months! We bumped into each other on last.fm today, as well. I do like the dutch. Dutch, gay ravers!
I must have been quite drunk because I got the tube back to the hostel to have a nap and grab my things. I had breakfast and woke up with a pocketful of crackers. I really hate stealing. And very rarely do it. I think the last time was at a house party when I was 16. I took a candlestick holder as a souvenir. And then I sat myself down and had a word with myself. I suppose crackers aren't that bad.
I was really silly. The Italians were incredible and I decided to just leave. They had come to the UK just for it! And I liked them a lot. I left without saying goodbye! Bugger. I keep doing that. Avoiding the awkward and the goodbyes.
I also keep mixing drinks and pot and need to stop doing it. When I was in Leeds I thought I saw a demon in my good friends house mate! And when Shpongle was on and there was smoke and people were walking like zombies, I got scared and had to glue my feet to the floor. Why do people have to wear strange masks anyway?
I think that's enough. I'll take a camera next time. Experiences like this need to be documented.
Thanks for listening.
Oh, and the important decision from last time! Before I forget... Education is cool and stuff, but I'm giving it up for the open road. I'll finish the year, leave with an exit award, earn some money someplace special and run away for a couple of years. A year of school every few is all I can manage. Too much commitment!
I'm excited to go home and see my family. I know I'll be ready to leave after being there a few days, but I miss my mother and dear dad. And you! And you, and you, and you.
I'll even goes so far as to drop the f bomb and say it was fucking stupendous. STUPENDOUS!
I didn't really know what to expect and, I admit, I was a little scared after finding out that Halycon was a 9 hour event starting at 10pm. But I made it. I made it to the end and I didn't want to stop and now I'm bloody exhausted. There were a few highlights... I'll tell you about them.
One of the strangest things I noticed, and have noticed every single time, is that after standing at a concert for an hour or so I get nasty lower back pains. Always have. But dancing for hours and hours and it's like floating in a cloud. Maybe I should be one of those people that dances manically at anything and everything. I could.
Younger Brother was a disappointment and far too rock based than electronic. I get it, though. They're probably going to hit the big time because of it. Shpongle was cracking. I was insanely happy and would close my eyes and really listen, and open them to see someone grinning at me and then I would have my hand shaken or would find myself in the embrace of other happy people! It was a beautiful thing. It's not just the music being appreciated, it's the appreciation for the people really loving it.
The crowd on that night might've been the best crowd I'd ever been in. I approached the venue and was blown away by how beautiful everyone was.
I made some friends. A group of Italians who smoked and danced with me. Niko, Simone, Anita. They went to the warehouse party the next evening and we stuck like glue and had a blast.
The warehouse was bizarre. It was under a railway and there were huge brick archways and cobbled stones. I think it's a car park by day. I arrived on time and was a little awkward. There was lots of napping in the day and lunch at a fantastic vegan cafe. The cabbage was exquisite and the rice milk latte, so very yummy.
Ahh, it was SO GOOD. I checked the time once throughout the whole night and was sad once 7am came round. I think I was buzzing on something special. I didn't take drugs (though I got offered them many,many, many times). I don't really know what happened. I had a few energy drinks. Which I never, ever drink, but they were worth it. I don't even remember Hallucinogen playing. It all molded into one big dance fest. I don't think I looked at the stage once. I looked at the people. And we looked at each other. And there was so much smiling.
I never thought it could be true, but I think it might be my thing. I've already got another one lined up for a few weeks time. This time in Manchester. Modeselektor. This group of people put together a bunch of warehouse shows one after another for 3 months straight. I had no idea it was only an hour away. Yeow!
I met some nice guys from Holland. They were so young and very friendly. I bumped into them in the wee hours and one of them said that he hoped I didn't think he was hitting on me. They'd been boyfriends for 18 months! We bumped into each other on last.fm today, as well. I do like the dutch. Dutch, gay ravers!
I must have been quite drunk because I got the tube back to the hostel to have a nap and grab my things. I had breakfast and woke up with a pocketful of crackers. I really hate stealing. And very rarely do it. I think the last time was at a house party when I was 16. I took a candlestick holder as a souvenir. And then I sat myself down and had a word with myself. I suppose crackers aren't that bad.
I was really silly. The Italians were incredible and I decided to just leave. They had come to the UK just for it! And I liked them a lot. I left without saying goodbye! Bugger. I keep doing that. Avoiding the awkward and the goodbyes.
I also keep mixing drinks and pot and need to stop doing it. When I was in Leeds I thought I saw a demon in my good friends house mate! And when Shpongle was on and there was smoke and people were walking like zombies, I got scared and had to glue my feet to the floor. Why do people have to wear strange masks anyway?
I think that's enough. I'll take a camera next time. Experiences like this need to be documented.
Thanks for listening.
Oh, and the important decision from last time! Before I forget... Education is cool and stuff, but I'm giving it up for the open road. I'll finish the year, leave with an exit award, earn some money someplace special and run away for a couple of years. A year of school every few is all I can manage. Too much commitment!
I'm excited to go home and see my family. I know I'll be ready to leave after being there a few days, but I miss my mother and dear dad. And you! And you, and you, and you.