Wreckage

One festival, unspecified amounts of alcohol and some fabulous concerts later, I sit down to write something that might possibly resemble a coherent blog entry. So what is there to say? For large part, memories of that festival are obscured by an alcoholic haze, but there is a wide variety of moments that were powerful enough to stick around.

The most remarkable concert I remember in its entirety was with Radiohead who quietly blew some 50,000 people away. One of those things you just don't forget.
Then there was Judas Priest, an old bunch of guys whose music I didn't know all that well, but the guitar solos and gimmicky stage show kept me interested.
I heard bits of Neil Young, and I heard all of the Kings of Leon concert but was quite positively pissed at the time so there are limits to how much I remember of it.
A lot of the other concerts are bit of a blur though I don't recall hearing more than a couple of bands that I genuinely didn't like.

It's kinda funny talking about the festival like this. I got to know (at least on a very superficial level) a fair lot of new people, many of whom I probably annoyed, being an immediately stranger to the bunch - along with my generally quirky personality. I enjoyed myself though, even if thinking back on the festival is a very surreal process. It's like I was gone from the face of the earth for a week.... Gone into some parallel dimension with a population of around 100,000 people, all living in tents of wherever, waking up to the smell of piss and beer every morning in similar tents that were all heated to oven-level during the day.

It was all addictive and yet I'm glad to be back. Slowly recovering from a bloody cold that I caught. There's that usual vacuum left by spare time. But I think I can fill it in... Just takes a little while getting into the habbit.