Southside!!!!!
...
...
...
Just awesome.
I saw almost all the bands that I wanted to see and some three or four more, except: David Bowie. :( Who got sick one day before he was supposed to play. They had to reorganize the whole evening schedule and I had to skip the Beatsteaks to save me a place in the crowd at the main stage and see Brian Molko from about 15 feet distance. It was definitely worth it. He wore women's clothes. Okay, at least I'm pretty sure that the pants were women's pants, I'm not so sure about the shirt.
He was probably the most surprising thing I saw at the festival; as I'm used to seeing drunk people everywhere by now - although there weren't as many as I would've thought - and whole tent cities, and grass that isn't grass anymore after three days, and more cans, tetra-packs and beer bottles than I consume in a year, and blue dixie toilets.
But Brian Molko, he's just this small, tiny man, one of those that you want to take by the hand and guide them to the next McDonalds or something. Okay, not that bad, but he was so small. But he's got a great voice. Even if I didn't have much chance to listen to it at the beginning, I was too occupied with trying to stay alive in there. Everybody was pushing and pulling, and jumping in every direction, but luckily that calmed down a bit after the first few songs. I still have a bruise on my elbow from that.
The most surprising band was - apart from Mando Diao, but I knew that they were good, I just hadn't seen them before (or knew more than one song by them) - The Hives. The singer was just so cool. "Do you like the Hives?" "Do you like your Hives songs short?" "We have another short Hives song for you." And the best thing was a song about coming to a festival and see all those bands that you didn't really want to see, and you paid all that money to see these bands, but there were some good ones, too, some that you really wanted to see, and one of them was, of course - The Hives. He took about two minutes to introduce this song.
The most dissappointing band: The Cure. It wasn't so much that they were bad, they were pretty good actually, but they didn't play one song that I knew. Okay, not that I do know that many, but still. I waited the whole time for them to play Boys Don't Cry or Friday I'm in Love :( Maybe they played it at the beginning, we were still listening to Air then. Waiting for them to play All I Need by the way, which they didn't do, either. Air was good, though. Oh, and the Pixies. They weren't that good, either. It seemed that they were a little bored to be on stage at all.
I would like to be able to say that I have seen about a thousand guys' dicks, if it hadn't been while they were pissing against fences. Or buildings. Or the backsides of the toilets. But then again, the toilets were crowded enough withouth those guys. And the next time I'm putting my tent closer to the toilets. Once I woke up at about half past three in the morning, desperately needing to pee, and couldn't find them. I ended up walking all the way back to our tent (which was hard to find in the dark, too) and into the other direction to the other toilets.
There even were showers. Locker room style showers. I didn't use them. I did wash my hair, though. I didn't walk around with greasy hair for a change, I'm very proud of myself. Of course, last year I still had my dreads, and you wouldn't notice if they hadn't been washed for the last two weeks.
Thanks to my earplugs, that I luckily remembered to buy, I slept very well at night, almost didn't hear anything at all. But I still didn't learn a thing for my exams. Only the Spanish word for text marker: el rotulador (or was that the stapler?). I wrote a little, though. Maybe I can try and finish it by tomorrow.
And I swear, I saw one guy who looked like Chris at Madam Tussauds. He had the hat, the beard, well, and the figure. He spoke German, though.
Things you should have done in your life:
- help a crowd surfer over the crowd
- get high just from about five people smoking around you (okay, didn't happen to me this year, but the last)
- make a funnel out of a piece of paper and a plastic bag and fill your Havanna into a tetra-pack to take with you
- get nearly sick by the Havanna and leave the rest of the tetra-pack on the ground for somebody to step on, so you have your body free for hopping around to 7 Tage 7 Nächte
- don't shower for four days
- Go To A Festival!
- take your sister to Stuttgart main station at three at night, when nobody's there except a few travelers, DB-people and cleaning people, and only one entrance is open at all
- hug the guy who's holding the cardboard sign "Free Hugs". I didn't do that, though, and it's been nagging at me ever since. I'll definitely do it next time.
...
...
Just awesome.
I saw almost all the bands that I wanted to see and some three or four more, except: David Bowie. :( Who got sick one day before he was supposed to play. They had to reorganize the whole evening schedule and I had to skip the Beatsteaks to save me a place in the crowd at the main stage and see Brian Molko from about 15 feet distance. It was definitely worth it. He wore women's clothes. Okay, at least I'm pretty sure that the pants were women's pants, I'm not so sure about the shirt.
He was probably the most surprising thing I saw at the festival; as I'm used to seeing drunk people everywhere by now - although there weren't as many as I would've thought - and whole tent cities, and grass that isn't grass anymore after three days, and more cans, tetra-packs and beer bottles than I consume in a year, and blue dixie toilets.
But Brian Molko, he's just this small, tiny man, one of those that you want to take by the hand and guide them to the next McDonalds or something. Okay, not that bad, but he was so small. But he's got a great voice. Even if I didn't have much chance to listen to it at the beginning, I was too occupied with trying to stay alive in there. Everybody was pushing and pulling, and jumping in every direction, but luckily that calmed down a bit after the first few songs. I still have a bruise on my elbow from that.
The most surprising band was - apart from Mando Diao, but I knew that they were good, I just hadn't seen them before (or knew more than one song by them) - The Hives. The singer was just so cool. "Do you like the Hives?" "Do you like your Hives songs short?" "We have another short Hives song for you." And the best thing was a song about coming to a festival and see all those bands that you didn't really want to see, and you paid all that money to see these bands, but there were some good ones, too, some that you really wanted to see, and one of them was, of course - The Hives. He took about two minutes to introduce this song.
The most dissappointing band: The Cure. It wasn't so much that they were bad, they were pretty good actually, but they didn't play one song that I knew. Okay, not that I do know that many, but still. I waited the whole time for them to play Boys Don't Cry or Friday I'm in Love :( Maybe they played it at the beginning, we were still listening to Air then. Waiting for them to play All I Need by the way, which they didn't do, either. Air was good, though. Oh, and the Pixies. They weren't that good, either. It seemed that they were a little bored to be on stage at all.
I would like to be able to say that I have seen about a thousand guys' dicks, if it hadn't been while they were pissing against fences. Or buildings. Or the backsides of the toilets. But then again, the toilets were crowded enough withouth those guys. And the next time I'm putting my tent closer to the toilets. Once I woke up at about half past three in the morning, desperately needing to pee, and couldn't find them. I ended up walking all the way back to our tent (which was hard to find in the dark, too) and into the other direction to the other toilets.
There even were showers. Locker room style showers. I didn't use them. I did wash my hair, though. I didn't walk around with greasy hair for a change, I'm very proud of myself. Of course, last year I still had my dreads, and you wouldn't notice if they hadn't been washed for the last two weeks.
Thanks to my earplugs, that I luckily remembered to buy, I slept very well at night, almost didn't hear anything at all. But I still didn't learn a thing for my exams. Only the Spanish word for text marker: el rotulador (or was that the stapler?). I wrote a little, though. Maybe I can try and finish it by tomorrow.
And I swear, I saw one guy who looked like Chris at Madam Tussauds. He had the hat, the beard, well, and the figure. He spoke German, though.
Things you should have done in your life:
- help a crowd surfer over the crowd
- get high just from about five people smoking around you (okay, didn't happen to me this year, but the last)
- make a funnel out of a piece of paper and a plastic bag and fill your Havanna into a tetra-pack to take with you
- get nearly sick by the Havanna and leave the rest of the tetra-pack on the ground for somebody to step on, so you have your body free for hopping around to 7 Tage 7 Nächte
- don't shower for four days
- Go To A Festival!
- take your sister to Stuttgart main station at three at night, when nobody's there except a few travelers, DB-people and cleaning people, and only one entrance is open at all
- hug the guy who's holding the cardboard sign "Free Hugs". I didn't do that, though, and it's been nagging at me ever since. I'll definitely do it next time.