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Friday: The day with the music festival
Extraordinarily tagged on, was how I felt the whole day. It wasn't fun at all. During the day the thing that most brought me pleasure was the thirty-minute phone conversation I had with a schoolfriend. Right before midnight I finally realised that hey, in practice I'm alone here, which changed my with-a-friend attitude to a lone-wolf one. After that I started having fun.
The food was bad*, the people drunken and smelly, and I'd do the whole thing again in a heartbeat. The whys:
MUCC was the first band I got to see; this was before the crowd had truly settled in. Very little general applause and cheering, the most visible presence in the audience were the screaming fangirls. They made me smile. The singer had a ridiculously ornamental bathrobe that got thrown away before I managed to get a picture of it, a shame. The whole band was barefoot, which made them cute rather than bad-ass.
I think this was the first Japanese band the festival had had, or at least among the very firsts; before they got on stage, a member in the audience said "Soon there'll be ninjas!" Maybe this affected my experience. I spent the whole thing feeling only awestruck hilarity, the foremost thing in my mind: guys, guys, those are ninjas on the stage.
Most of the artists I got to see only for a bit. Stalingrad Cowgirls had a singer who wore a very neat women's jacket with a very neat skirt, looking as though she were going to work, or perhaps to a funeral, and the hairdo resembled Cruella De Vil's. She had an amazing voice. I couldn't scream like that for a minute without my voice going hoarse, but hers managed to last the whole concert. The music was terrible in a fascinating way. For the object of most curiosity with the band, please refer to the subject line of this entry. Aiden only made me laugh. Kotiteollisuus'musical outlet was terrible, horrible and I haaaaated it speaks were cute. One went something like this: "I don't understand how you people can spend time here, listening to this awful music. --Oh yes, there are some decent artists here as well. YUP starts in the middle of our set, so go listen to them. We'd go too, but we're otherwise engaged."
YUP - everyone talks about them, but I'd never heard any of their music. The first song they played aroused my interest. Sailors! Around the third song I decided that that wasn't the optimal hearing from which to form a solid first impression. Festival stages and their bad acoustics and worse mixing distorts the music. I left during this one.
I'm sad I didn't get to hear more of Flogging Molly than their last songs. I'm sad, too, that I was eating during them so that I couldn't really dance. It was my second favourite performance that evening, unfortunately happening while I was at another. Fortunately the performance I was listening to was worth it.
Tori Amos was the reason I went there. She played many new songs that I hadn't heard, but will surely listen to now, in their CD incarnations. And she played Precious Things.
Listening to her was like a dream. Never mind the awful mixing (I can SEE her hitting the piano keys, but I can't hear anything!) and the length of the performance (too short), or the horrible position in which I had to stand for two hours (what, I used to have a right leg? nonsense, I can barely feel the left one). When the music played, I wasn't really there, in the real world. I was living with the pulse.
* One good thing to be said about the otherwise terrible foodstuff: the springrolls from the Chinese were delicious. They were also the first hot&spicy food I've enjoyed in my whole life. My mouth burned, but the taste was worth it. They would have tasted better without the spicy spice, mind!
Extraordinarily tagged on, was how I felt the whole day. It wasn't fun at all. During the day the thing that most brought me pleasure was the thirty-minute phone conversation I had with a schoolfriend. Right before midnight I finally realised that hey, in practice I'm alone here, which changed my with-a-friend attitude to a lone-wolf one. After that I started having fun.
The food was bad*, the people drunken and smelly, and I'd do the whole thing again in a heartbeat. The whys:
MUCC was the first band I got to see; this was before the crowd had truly settled in. Very little general applause and cheering, the most visible presence in the audience were the screaming fangirls. They made me smile. The singer had a ridiculously ornamental bathrobe that got thrown away before I managed to get a picture of it, a shame. The whole band was barefoot, which made them cute rather than bad-ass.
I think this was the first Japanese band the festival had had, or at least among the very firsts; before they got on stage, a member in the audience said "Soon there'll be ninjas!" Maybe this affected my experience. I spent the whole thing feeling only awestruck hilarity, the foremost thing in my mind: guys, guys, those are ninjas on the stage.
Most of the artists I got to see only for a bit. Stalingrad Cowgirls had a singer who wore a very neat women's jacket with a very neat skirt, looking as though she were going to work, or perhaps to a funeral, and the hairdo resembled Cruella De Vil's. She had an amazing voice. I couldn't scream like that for a minute without my voice going hoarse, but hers managed to last the whole concert. The music was terrible in a fascinating way. For the object of most curiosity with the band, please refer to the subject line of this entry. Aiden only made me laugh. Kotiteollisuus'
YUP - everyone talks about them, but I'd never heard any of their music. The first song they played aroused my interest. Sailors! Around the third song I decided that that wasn't the optimal hearing from which to form a solid first impression. Festival stages and their bad acoustics and worse mixing distorts the music. I left during this one.
I'm sad I didn't get to hear more of Flogging Molly than their last songs. I'm sad, too, that I was eating during them so that I couldn't really dance. It was my second favourite performance that evening, unfortunately happening while I was at another. Fortunately the performance I was listening to was worth it.
Tori Amos was the reason I went there. She played many new songs that I hadn't heard, but will surely listen to now, in their CD incarnations. And she played Precious Things.
Listening to her was like a dream. Never mind the awful mixing (I can SEE her hitting the piano keys, but I can't hear anything!) and the length of the performance (too short), or the horrible position in which I had to stand for two hours (what, I used to have a right leg? nonsense, I can barely feel the left one). When the music played, I wasn't really there, in the real world. I was living with the pulse.
* One good thing to be said about the otherwise terrible foodstuff: the springrolls from the Chinese were delicious. They were also the first hot&spicy food I've enjoyed in my whole life. My mouth burned, but the taste was worth it. They would have tasted better without the spicy spice, mind!
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