We haven’t been blogging. Or by “we,” I mean ME. Sorry. So to make up for it, a glut of pictures from Roskilde Festival last month.
Two types of Slayer fans
Bet you can’t tell who would win in a fight.
This dude was holding up a fox on a platform the whole time. I have no idea why.
I still maintain, they are Flaming Lips, Jr.
The man was wearing the best boots EVER.
Kings of Leon (or as some say, “dad music”)
My Bloody Valentine
I waited in the special line to get into the front area of the audience. (The entire festival is so considerately planned, so Scandinavian. They hand out cups of water during the show so you don’t get dehydrated!) My Bloody Valentine ended with a massive PLANET of noise for at least ten minutes. It was completely disorienting. Deafening noise, like an airplane never quite achieving takeoff, for a stretch of time. It was remarkable–like a violent, foricible cleansing of the palate.
It was me and a handful of belligerent adolescent stoner boys all heckling the chubby older stoner boys on stage. Every show has a cheesy announcer come on stage and announce the act and ask questions like, “You guys having fun yet?” The poor girl who told l the crowd that the show was over got booed and absued. And then Jay came back on stage and played a few encores after his buddy mooned the crowd. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.