not so far away from home

SATURDAY FINALLY ARRIVED. this was the day i had the most busy schedule of things i actually wanted to see and had done research on. but bleh, the day started off with Hatebreed. it was okay. but i had troubles standing up during the course of that one.

Arena was crowded with mainly slightly tacky and stereotypical elderly men with ponytails and jackets and t-shirts and whatnot with bandnames they had been sawing onto them. yeah. total bonanza.

after that struggle, we went to chill for a bit. i guess i tried watching Efterklang at Arena at some point during that time but i don't remember too well. i think i left to go see something else instead.
yeah, i did. Goatwhore for fuck sake. oh my bloody god. it was delightful! how they almost made us deaf and everything<3 a="" awesome="" band="" blast="" did="" have="" i="" no="" p="" really="" seriously="">

look! LOOK AT HOW ENTERTAINED HE IS.

we nodded in agreement when the band went off the stage and kind of took a collective sigh of relief. sort of. before heading back to camp shitfaced to get some supplies.

i stressed back to the area again to see the national. from this point on i was alone the rest of the day and night. it was brilliant! just what i need when i want to rightfully enjoy and absorb a concert.

but. the national. it became one of my highlights from this year. i don't know why, but there's something about a band when the lead singer is the most depressed and sort of desperate human being on earth. he's for sure an alcoholic, downing a shit ton of wine during the performance and becoming totally unpredictable. and yes, i can relate to that.
people were a bit half-assed as the concert went on and kept leaving, so i got a really nice spot at the back of Orange. the sun was setting, the band played well, i guess i shed a tear at some point since it was tempting to just go into frenzy-mode alongside the lead singer. he jumped off the stage and did two songs while running around in the audience and almost choking them with the microphone-cord.

then i had to RUN to reach the next concert at Pavillion.
Unknown Mortal Orchestra.

it was an incredibly danceable concert! first thing i did was to just plow my way into the audience. see a guy lighting up a J, headed straight for him, poked and toked and danced like crazy. even though i was originally really tired that day. it went away as the sun came down and i got a good concert into the system, got to spend time alone (YEAH) and just doing my thing without anyone interrupting.
he struggled a bit with his voice, but otherwise this also was one of my highlights. the drummer was CRAZY skilled and they dozed off into deep jamsessions that was so fucking delicious. i loved it.

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then! metallica went on the Orange stage. i walked around peacefully and looked for halfeaten food that had been abandoned. i got a free beer and some swedish meatballs. win.

enjoyed metallica from afar. but i have no relationship with the band and knew they would be playing for hours on end so i went to arena to see sigur ros instead and my oh fucking my, what an experience!! must be one of the best live-bands out there.
such a clean, spotless performance. and when they went from ethereal to total chaos you just stood there with your mouth and heart open, torn apart.

afterwards, they were actually clapped back on stage three times. they were so humble as well. and Arena was jam-packed with people. i had trouble finding a good spot. but i am so thankful i chose to see them, even though i didn't expect too much on beforehand.

this saturday ended with an early morning concert at Odeon. Uncle acid & the deadbeats. it was a lot of fun watching what kind of people stayed up until three-four in the morning to see stoner-rock.
a LOT of weirdos. lovely! and the band was totally fucking awesome! i was glad i managed to stay up so late. the sun even started to rise slowly during the concert.

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forgetting is easy

the second day. friday. already everything is starting to blurr for me.

we went into the main area to chill a bit and walked slowly towards a concert with The Soul Rebels. a brass-band from new orleans. oh, trust you me, it was incredibly awesome! i danced even though i was in the most awful shape. truly a nice reminder of why i loved that city so much. they even served us the most groovy cover of billie jean known to man. aah. enjoyment.

then. we dropped by pavillion. holy shit. DakhaBrakha from Ukraine! folk music with such an epic twist!! LISTEN TO THIS!!!

they fucking owned that place. i truly loved it, but collapsed and had to lay down on the floor in front of that stage. kinda fell asleep, but in that state you really get to take the music on board. it was an otherworldly experience and i thank the roskilde festival for being such brilliant bookers.
luckily i took a picture before gravity got the best of me.

really original band!

then we proceeded to see Killer Mike. it was fun but i don't remember much besides this douche who looked like a maggot:

 the concert afterwards was way more epic. El-P. yeah. i just want to sum it up with this image:

the day ended with Kreator. a merciless german holyshit-band. it was awesome!! perfect finish!

tried to watch a gig at odeon afterwards but we didn't last any longer. so fucking tired and ill.

learning the alphabet

met a nice couple of guys. from the south of norway. not known for their fondness of fish. fed them dried cod, they had never tried it, went full throttle forward and actually enjoyed it bigtime.
that is really uncommon.
and of course. you can't take a picture of someone eating dried fish without a seagull in it. it's impossible.

inhale your halo

exhale a pair of jeans

uncontrollable diagnosis

homework

why can't life be like this more often why can't i just get on with it why do i have to end up in a ditch

oh well.

2013. it exceeded all expectations. roskilde festival. mind blown.

it's the mother of all creations.

to talk about the concerts. after the main area opened, the first concert i went to this year was suicidal tendencies. don't remember too much of that one, had no relationship with the band on beforehand. i just couldn't wait until the next concert in line that day - chinese man at the magnificent cosmopol stage.
it is truly such a beautiful compilation of beautiful things. a french hiphop-collective that met all my expectations. i highly recommend their albums Racing with the sun and The groove sessions.
slightly drowsy, really moving and tranquil hiphop that blends the best from different worlds and puts you in a good mood. not to be missed. musical ingenuity.

and then there was animal collective. the two concerts that i went to the first day that i remember the best.
(god i miss biking)
came to arena. saw that the pits in front of the stage had opened and were not full yet. walked in there. prepared to have a fucking blast. and i kind of did. but, the vocals. they sucked. all the instrumental bits were fine. awesome, indeed. but the singer failed us. at least to my opinion. yes, i was tired as hell, hard to fully enjoy the experience without getting too critical. i loved it at times though.

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chewing gum is also exercise

just 

to

wish

everything

away

won't clean anything

so many dreams, no time to sleep

tried to take pictures of a lot of people sleeping due to exhaustion, but julius and his helmet ended up as the fucking king of collapsing. so. i kind of abandoned the project.