Entries Tagged as 'Sziget pic'
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Let’s get phisical
To have your ass kicked, receive the phone call and pretend the news is not deflating.
Awkward, but
All the Jack Daniel’s woke me up at five. On the rocks. I was still with Internet withdrawal. And still no Internet. So I watched the beautiful little island where the grass must be greener. And Head-On. Some things are not to be missed in life. Some things take time. But when they are found…
Back to the principles of this blog
Let’s keep it brief, pan-semantic and visual. Now, unlike then, it’s raining, but it’s not sunny.
My Sziget, missing in action
Some say it was a sore throat, but the official announcement was just “
Chris Cornell is sick”.
To tell you the truth, I was ignorant of the guy until Foolea has opened my eyes and made me open the Sziget brochure. From where I quote “…he was the singer-guitarist-leader of the Seattle-based Soundgarden…”. Well, you have to give me that, most of the times this happens, how many of you can tell me names of the actual band members? It all gets left behind the good song, if there is one to start with. So, anyways, this is the guy melting the Barbie doll on the barbecue, I thought “Cool!”
You dig I was bound to buy the CD. Which I did. And which points me to his Billie Jean cover. Can you imagine Michael Jackson on repeat on my playlist? It happened with this one, maybe because it has a somewhat darker sound. Also, you might wanna check She’ll Never Be Your Man, and No Such Thing. Now I have to ask the Rock Chick again what song in particular reminded her of the Soundgarden sound.
My Sziget, Razolight, breakthrough, recall and awareness
Razorlight had one of those breakthrough performances at the festival: I remember liking it, but, since I don’t have them on my playlist, I cannot hum any of their tunes if you prompted me. Luckily, they resonate to my friends
daily life, and hence to mine.
The guy also has a killer body, at least for my taste, and shows it on stage. Now that in communication terms is recall, in capital letters 
As a consumer, I recall something else, something I didn’t like. In fact I was really bothered at the time. Photo reporters allowed in front of the stage were evacuated before the white shirt came off. That is OK. But photo reporters front row in the crowd were asked, and no so kindly, by guy in the Razorlight staff not to take pictures later on, during the performance. At some point with some insistence closely resembling anger and threat. That I didn’t like. For the Razorlight PR and staff, read the rules about on festival taking picture, and let the guys know before getting on stage and deploying you to horrid tasks amid the unsuspecting fans. And that brings me to awareness. We are all aware we look sometimes look our best, and we don’t necessarily look our best when we do our best. That is why many artist restrict and control the time reporters can take pictures during concerts. But that is during their own concerts, not necessarily festivals, where different rules apply . Are you aware of that? Anyway, I don’t think the right to one’s own image can justify violence of any kind. There are other options to consider, especially during artistic performances.
I hope that doesn’t sound like a big fuss. Looking back, I am certainly more relaxed about the whole thing.
I think my next post will be poll-like: “Should hot stars wax their armpits?”. Although I think hot guys and body hair sometimes go very well together.
My Sziget, the French story
OK, I bet you thought I forgot all about this Sziget thing I had promised.
Today’s story is about the French connection. Yes, the French have been the most irritating island nation. With the notable exceptions, mostly visible on stage. I am talking about the theater stage and the dance stage. I have already mentioned the brilliant performances by Transe Express/Les rois faignants and Accrorap/Les corps etrangers. Today I am going to focus on Emilie Simon, and her Vegetal concert. Hardly any greenery on stage, but it was so refreshing nevertheless. I mean check her videos on youtube, in particular this one, brought to my attention by T sometime ago.
Emilie is this “little girl with a big personality”. She kept the audience on the hill for her one hour and a half, plus two real encores, very rare for the festival, where everything has to fit the time table. Not only that the people weren’t going anywhere in spite of the drizzle, but I could hear numerous love declarations and marriage proposals being shouted from the fan cohorts in between the songs. To which Emilie shyly replied only “I love you too”, thus provoking emotional havoc.
She was joined on stage by Mr Magic Man and Mr Give Me Anything I’ll Give You Rhythm (yes, even water!). Their real names are Markus Dravst and Simon Edwards , but much to my annoyance, I have no clue as to who is who. Help needed and appreciated.
Waiting for Gogol Bordello
Yeap, finally, I had to go to Budapest to see Gogol Bordello! To think I had tickets for their concert in Bucharest several months ago… and missed it. But that is another story. The Gogol Bordello was so worth seeing! The guy is crazy, running all over the place, sitting on the cameraman, playing his guitar left with only one string. He just wouldn’t stop. Plus the chicks: dancing girls slash backing vocals slash playing strange instruments. One word: wow!
In the picture, a fan wearing a funny cap in the scorcher, eager to grab a place near the stage, half an hour well before the actual scheduled time for the show.
My Sziget, IAMX
They are my discovery at the festival. Well, Foolea has played their song to me once, but ever since forgot to send me the tracks. Back to IAMX, they really knew how to make the crowd jump to the sound of their President, Nightlife, The Negative Sex and the likes. Excellent concert, excellent sound, excellent atmosphere, I predict main stage by next edition. (Picture might well be Foolea’s)
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