May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
With smarts like that, you could be a doctor.
teh Primavera Sound Festival Thread
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May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Go to the zoo, it's wicked and you can buy beer from vending machines.
The zoo! Cool!
I was hoping to go to Figueres for the Dali museum, again, cos it is so damn trippy, and the Miro museum is cool too, and the MACBA.
I have to take people to the Sagrada Familia, and to the Parc Guell.
I act as tour guide for my coterie of wasters, thre's always someone who hasn't been before so there's excuses to drag them around. It's good fun!
But I often end up going alone cos my friends have overdone it...
I was hoping to go to Figueres for the Dali museum, again, cos it is so damn trippy, and the Miro museum is cool too, and the MACBA.
I have to take people to the Sagrada Familia, and to the Parc Guell.
I act as tour guide for my coterie of wasters, thre's always someone who hasn't been before so there's excuses to drag them around. It's good fun!
But I often end up going alone cos my friends have overdone it...
ivebeenhigh
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there is a photo of me on urban somewhere. 
im all up for meeting before the dirty three. we should email each other or something.
if only there was some sort of private messaging system on this board where we could swap details without revealing them to the world at large...
im all up for meeting before the dirty three. we should email each other or something.
if only there was some sort of private messaging system on this board where we could swap details without revealing them to the world at large...
ivebeenhigh
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Woo and Yay
Perplexis check your PM's
Perplexis check your PM's
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Hooray! It's (nearly) here! Even the dregs of last night's inappropriate mash-up cannot dampen my enthusiasm 
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Well, I'm back! Voice is almost entirely worn away from shouting, and I have sustained a twisted ankle and a busted knee after running away from some pimps, but I have to say that was my best Prima yet! Still buzzing from all the wicked music I heard.
Was great to meet perplexis and his lovely lady (can't wait to see you guys again at Dour), sorry I missed ivebeenhigh and mrkikiet. I shall make a more bountiful report this evening when I'm not at work pretending to catch up
Was great to meet perplexis and his lovely lady (can't wait to see you guys again at Dour), sorry I missed ivebeenhigh and mrkikiet. I shall make a more bountiful report this evening when I'm not at work pretending to catch up
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Well, I did threaten to make a full report so here it is, a bit blunted by a week's work in between then and now...
Thursday:
Really wanted to see Dirty Three, and should have got there in time despite some last-minute wrangling trying to sell a spare ticket, but the place was fucking heaving due to everyone coming to see Smashing Pumpkins. This meant that the normally manageable queues for drinks tickets were fucking ridiculous. My friends ended up queueing for an hour and a half, although they kindly cut me loose to go and see...
The Melvins! Absolutely awesome - electric, fiendishly tight performance. I don't know who did the drum miking for the festival, but they deserve a fucking medal - the drum sounds throughout were punchy as hell, and never more so than here, with two drummers playing like demons in perfect unison. Met up with perplexis and we bathed in some pure rock lightning
Caught up with my friends afterwards - still queueing! They were so pissed off that when we finally got out with our tickets, vodka and Red Bull seemed the only solution. Cue drunkenness.
Sacked off Slint and went to see the Pumpkins, which was inevitably the biggest crowd of the festival. They were good and all, but exactly what you would expect, and nowhere near as vital as the Melvins. Plus, they didn't play one tune off Gish that I can remember. Still, it was good to hear some old faves and laugh at Billy Corgan's white cape and collar outfit.
Saw a bit of the White Stripes, mainly because it offered somewhere to sit down, but we were all so pissed by this stage that it was just a blurry red and white backdrop. Got bored after a while and staggered home. A top night out!
Saturday:
After visiting the Sagrada Familia, we got to the site at 4.30 as were anxious not to miss Ginferno, who yet again had been given the 5pm slot. Glad we didn't though, they were awesome (as usual). I wasn't sure how well they would work with the addition of vocals, but after a shaky start everything clicked and the new material sounded brilliant. Also intrigued to see that the drummer now has a seat, instead of just a cushion on the floor - they must be going up in the world.
My friends went off to see Billy Bragg, and I took my seat in the sun for Brightblack Morning Light. I wasn't sure what they'd be like live, but they were very good indeed, with a gigantic bass sound that shook the air pleasantly. Wicked set, finishing with an extended trombone wig-out that was much more interesting than it sounds on paper.
Catching up with my friends again, we went and sat on the hill for The Fall, but I got bored waiting so me and S wandered off to check out Blonde Redhead in the meantime, who were a name I know without having heard any of their music. Quite enjoyed them actually, and would definitely buy an album at some point.
The Fall were simultaneously really good and really workmanlike, but much better than last time I saw them here. Mark E Smith seemed to be doing a bit of a James Brown though, i.e. wandering off stage and letting someone else take over vocal duties until he came back, but it still sounded pretty good.
Two of my friends went home after that as one of them was ill, so me and S decided to stick around and see if we could make it to Low at 1.30am. Met up with perplexis and his lovely lady again, and they pointed us in the direction of Beirut. Wow! Never heard of them before this, but they were the perfect music to hear at that point - lovely and relaxing, melancholic but still upbeat. Cheers p, I would have missed out otherwise!
After that I thought we could just head down to the ATP stage and get good seats for Low, but I didn't realise how popular Modest Mouse, who were on at the time, would be. The place was heaving with MM and Johnny Marr fans, although I can't see why - I'd not heard any MM before but on the strength of the turgid MOR indie porridge they were churning out, I don't reckon I've missed much. Anyway, eventually they finished and lots of people fucked off, meaning we could sit down and ease our aching backs in time for Low.
Possibly not the ideal band for an open-air festival, Low were still superb. Things picked up about halfway through their performance when (a) they realised that the more delicate harmonies weren't coming through properly, and started sticking to the more forthright stuff, and (b) a lot of the casual observers fucked off, leaving the actual fans who were more interested in listening than talking. Finishing their set with a blistering version of 'Pissing', Low left me feeling surprisingly energetic, so we scuttled off to watch some Bonde do Role and spill vodka all over ourselves with our bad booty-dancing. They were pretty good actually, or was I just pissed? Either way, a good time was had.
Stayed for a bit of Hot Chip, who I had very much wanted to see, but by this stage I was so knackered and drink-sodden that we couldn't stick it for long and dragged ourselves home.
Sunday:
Ugh, so tired. Can I really hack a third night of savage partying? Spent several hours rolling around in bed while the girls sunbathed on the roof. Went out for a wander around the Barri Gothic in the afternoon, and several plates of tapas later I felt invigorated enough to begin drinking again.
After a quick go on the massive big wheel next to the festival site, in we went again to watch a bit of Patti Smith.
Now I've never had much interest in Patti Smith, and I must say that seeing her live has only confirmed my prejudice. She was shite. Hoary old pub rock mixed with proggy clarinet ramblings does not a legend make. We left, and ended up fake raving in the Vice tent to (I think) People Are Germs, who were playing some wicked good fun techno.
Went and watched Sonic Youth for a bit, but they didn't really hold anyone's interest - a change from last time I saw them here, when I enjoyed them more than I thought I would. Got bored and drifted off to the CD Drome, but I don't remember much about the music there as I mysteriously ended up acquiring some party products, and the next few hours are a bit of a blur. I do remember seeing perplexis and his girlfriend again, and I know I fell asleep on my friend's knee during Wilco. After that all that was left was to spend a few more hours running around like twats drinking yet more vodka and laughing hysterically, before crawling home and slightly besmirching our good time by having the aforementioned run-in with some pimps, which was actually quite scary when we thought about it afterwards. Folks, if you ever find yourselves walking around near the docks area at 5am, obviously pissed, and the only other people around are pimps and whores - don't give them any lip, just go straight home and keep your mouth shut.
And that was my festival! Here's some pics to tempt unbelievers into coming next year:
The Rockdelux stage on Saturday afternoon:
Brightblack Morning Light performing on the ATP stage:
Ginferno giving it some welly in the CD Drome:
The festival site (by the entrance) as seen from the air:
Thursday:
Really wanted to see Dirty Three, and should have got there in time despite some last-minute wrangling trying to sell a spare ticket, but the place was fucking heaving due to everyone coming to see Smashing Pumpkins. This meant that the normally manageable queues for drinks tickets were fucking ridiculous. My friends ended up queueing for an hour and a half, although they kindly cut me loose to go and see...
The Melvins! Absolutely awesome - electric, fiendishly tight performance. I don't know who did the drum miking for the festival, but they deserve a fucking medal - the drum sounds throughout were punchy as hell, and never more so than here, with two drummers playing like demons in perfect unison. Met up with perplexis and we bathed in some pure rock lightning
Caught up with my friends afterwards - still queueing! They were so pissed off that when we finally got out with our tickets, vodka and Red Bull seemed the only solution. Cue drunkenness.
Sacked off Slint and went to see the Pumpkins, which was inevitably the biggest crowd of the festival. They were good and all, but exactly what you would expect, and nowhere near as vital as the Melvins. Plus, they didn't play one tune off Gish that I can remember. Still, it was good to hear some old faves and laugh at Billy Corgan's white cape and collar outfit.
Saw a bit of the White Stripes, mainly because it offered somewhere to sit down, but we were all so pissed by this stage that it was just a blurry red and white backdrop. Got bored after a while and staggered home. A top night out!
Saturday:
After visiting the Sagrada Familia, we got to the site at 4.30 as were anxious not to miss Ginferno, who yet again had been given the 5pm slot. Glad we didn't though, they were awesome (as usual). I wasn't sure how well they would work with the addition of vocals, but after a shaky start everything clicked and the new material sounded brilliant. Also intrigued to see that the drummer now has a seat, instead of just a cushion on the floor - they must be going up in the world.
My friends went off to see Billy Bragg, and I took my seat in the sun for Brightblack Morning Light. I wasn't sure what they'd be like live, but they were very good indeed, with a gigantic bass sound that shook the air pleasantly. Wicked set, finishing with an extended trombone wig-out that was much more interesting than it sounds on paper.
Catching up with my friends again, we went and sat on the hill for The Fall, but I got bored waiting so me and S wandered off to check out Blonde Redhead in the meantime, who were a name I know without having heard any of their music. Quite enjoyed them actually, and would definitely buy an album at some point.
The Fall were simultaneously really good and really workmanlike, but much better than last time I saw them here. Mark E Smith seemed to be doing a bit of a James Brown though, i.e. wandering off stage and letting someone else take over vocal duties until he came back, but it still sounded pretty good.
Two of my friends went home after that as one of them was ill, so me and S decided to stick around and see if we could make it to Low at 1.30am. Met up with perplexis and his lovely lady again, and they pointed us in the direction of Beirut. Wow! Never heard of them before this, but they were the perfect music to hear at that point - lovely and relaxing, melancholic but still upbeat. Cheers p, I would have missed out otherwise!
After that I thought we could just head down to the ATP stage and get good seats for Low, but I didn't realise how popular Modest Mouse, who were on at the time, would be. The place was heaving with MM and Johnny Marr fans, although I can't see why - I'd not heard any MM before but on the strength of the turgid MOR indie porridge they were churning out, I don't reckon I've missed much. Anyway, eventually they finished and lots of people fucked off, meaning we could sit down and ease our aching backs in time for Low.
Possibly not the ideal band for an open-air festival, Low were still superb. Things picked up about halfway through their performance when (a) they realised that the more delicate harmonies weren't coming through properly, and started sticking to the more forthright stuff, and (b) a lot of the casual observers fucked off, leaving the actual fans who were more interested in listening than talking. Finishing their set with a blistering version of 'Pissing', Low left me feeling surprisingly energetic, so we scuttled off to watch some Bonde do Role and spill vodka all over ourselves with our bad booty-dancing. They were pretty good actually, or was I just pissed? Either way, a good time was had.
Stayed for a bit of Hot Chip, who I had very much wanted to see, but by this stage I was so knackered and drink-sodden that we couldn't stick it for long and dragged ourselves home.
Sunday:
Ugh, so tired. Can I really hack a third night of savage partying? Spent several hours rolling around in bed while the girls sunbathed on the roof. Went out for a wander around the Barri Gothic in the afternoon, and several plates of tapas later I felt invigorated enough to begin drinking again.
After a quick go on the massive big wheel next to the festival site, in we went again to watch a bit of Patti Smith.
Now I've never had much interest in Patti Smith, and I must say that seeing her live has only confirmed my prejudice. She was shite. Hoary old pub rock mixed with proggy clarinet ramblings does not a legend make. We left, and ended up fake raving in the Vice tent to (I think) People Are Germs, who were playing some wicked good fun techno.
Went and watched Sonic Youth for a bit, but they didn't really hold anyone's interest - a change from last time I saw them here, when I enjoyed them more than I thought I would. Got bored and drifted off to the CD Drome, but I don't remember much about the music there as I mysteriously ended up acquiring some party products, and the next few hours are a bit of a blur. I do remember seeing perplexis and his girlfriend again, and I know I fell asleep on my friend's knee during Wilco. After that all that was left was to spend a few more hours running around like twats drinking yet more vodka and laughing hysterically, before crawling home and slightly besmirching our good time by having the aforementioned run-in with some pimps, which was actually quite scary when we thought about it afterwards. Folks, if you ever find yourselves walking around near the docks area at 5am, obviously pissed, and the only other people around are pimps and whores - don't give them any lip, just go straight home and keep your mouth shut.
And that was my festival! Here's some pics to tempt unbelievers into coming next year:
The Rockdelux stage on Saturday afternoon:
Brightblack Morning Light performing on the ATP stage:
Ginferno giving it some welly in the CD Drome:
The festival site (by the entrance) as seen from the air:
ivebeenhigh
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ah May i watched ginferno from pretty much the same spot as you. i thought I saw you, you have a tattoo on your neck/back right...?
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
Yes! That was me! You should have come and said hi
Rah, nice write-up! I had 'nuff fun. However, I did have a crew of wasted Icelanders who I spent a lot of time waiting for, and thus missed quite a lot of stuff.
There were a couple of disappointments too- Sonic Youth were rubbish, until they played songs off Rather Ripped, and then they killed it.
Erol Alkan was rubbish.
Melvins were probably the highlight for me, so fucking tight! Damn!
Bonde Do Role were japes, but I only heard and didn't see.
Umek was great
Dominik Eulberg was pretty damn good too
Beirut were fucking brilliant actually, come to think of it. So much fun being had on stage, and the sight of three men playing tiny guitars didn't fail to amuse me even once.
Justice had such a ridiculous stage set-up it was worth seeing them for that alone. And the crazy electricity when they finally busted out "We Are Your Friends" at the end of their set.
Low were superb once the casual observers sauntered off and left us with a view.
Hot Chip were much much better than I'd expected.
I accidentally saw some of Maximo Park. I had to hide. They really are a shite band!
An awful lot of it is horribly blurred. I don't really remember much a all... especially the last night where I too encountered some party products, courtesy of a very friendly Italian who refused to give me less
ended up having to throw stuff away!
There were a couple of disappointments too- Sonic Youth were rubbish, until they played songs off Rather Ripped, and then they killed it.
Erol Alkan was rubbish.
Melvins were probably the highlight for me, so fucking tight! Damn!
Bonde Do Role were japes, but I only heard and didn't see.
Umek was great
Dominik Eulberg was pretty damn good too
Beirut were fucking brilliant actually, come to think of it. So much fun being had on stage, and the sight of three men playing tiny guitars didn't fail to amuse me even once.
Justice had such a ridiculous stage set-up it was worth seeing them for that alone. And the crazy electricity when they finally busted out "We Are Your Friends" at the end of their set.
Low were superb once the casual observers sauntered off and left us with a view.
Hot Chip were much much better than I'd expected.
I accidentally saw some of Maximo Park. I had to hide. They really are a shite band!
An awful lot of it is horribly blurred. I don't really remember much a all... especially the last night where I too encountered some party products, courtesy of a very friendly Italian who refused to give me less
ended up having to throw stuff away!
May Kasahara
take me to the feeling
perplexis said:
You should have said, we would have stepped up
a friend in need and all that.If I'd known Sonic Youth were going to play some Rather Ripped tunes I would have stuck around
Erol Alkan was absolutely awful. Last year he was blinding, this year he really looked like he couldn't give a shit, and that vice stage and set up generally was a joke.perplexis said:
I also thought hot chip were disappointing, but they came during my worst hours of the festival.
Battles were probably the highlight for and Architecture in Helsinki left me pleasantly surprised.
One good thing about Primavera was the CD drome giving some of the more local bands to play in teh middle of the festival, rather than being virtually ignored like at summercase or primavera.
Well, I don't actually like Hot Chip, and I enjoyed jiggling around to them, so by my reckoning that was better
It was a shame that the electro[nica] had been divided between the Vice and CD Drome, because I think that washed out the atmosphere for the dance, compared to last year.
It was a shame that the electro[nica] had been divided between the Vice and CD Drome, because I think that washed out the atmosphere for the dance, compared to last year.
