of rock, luckies & morning hair, but mostly sounds

12Iul08

finally did it.

questionable review v1.3 (words i am not good with. festivalee i am. humble opinions need not nor claim to be accurate/professional/informed. warning: heavy bitching ahead)

on the first day of Werchter,
dio sent to me
5 pints (from a 1-5 rating system, madames et monsieurs) go to: lenny kravitz, mika, the national, vampire weekend and (as i’ve heard due to my terrible freezy nature) to chemical brothers.
an energizing pint of guiness to the r.e.m. blokes with a “this one goes out to the ones i love, but next time a little more lively, mr stipe” tiny card note.

second day of werchter brought heat. pissed chicks cause pete doherty cancelled (is he still in jail?!). but air traffic’s second performance was more than a cool replacement. a big drunk cheers goes to the monza table. jay-z was also in da house. oh, yes. i do like jay-z! i always have. cause he makes me shake it. and because i respect anyone who opens glastonbury with a kick at noel gallagher. didn’t like hot chip. neil young is too….mmm… i don’t know for me. but i saw him. (the country redneck girl in me speaks now, but golly gee wee ain’t it neat when you see live the people on radio?! ). the verve were very …blasé. but it’s been their “thing” for some time. i loved them anyway. and give it up for mooooobyyy yes, baby, this body is a rockin’!

and then came her. cutely with a pinch of rightfully announced naughtyness in her looks, she stepped to her piano. by the time she rampaged the stage with her dickhead she had me orgasmic. her violent screams…oi … kate nash had me clinging to her golden mini skirt. she told me it was her birthday the next day so i sang happy birthday. others happened to be there. following her i got an almost sinful feeling while shouting (i don’t do singing) on kt’s tunes. but chicks owned the third day of werchter. and and and not to forget the hives and editors (their 1000th concert). sigur rós silenced the beasts on the werchter field. iceland is, i guess, one of those by default cool things. kinda like luckies and morning hair.

alas the 4th day played a non-fun panic at the disco. somehow thought these are gonna be fun to watch. not.
next…mmm… how to describe what the lady wakes in me … i was 10 when a dude told another dude that i had the biggest crush on him. i sobbed the whole night, i woke up and i kicked both their asses in school. one for telling, the other one’s just to show off. mda, that sums up michel, sacrifice and nobody’s wife i guess. i love anouk! and she brought her little kid and the little kid played guitar!!! i love anouk!!!
and then the kooks were out along with ol’ strange fellow jack white and his raconteurs and the kickass kaiser chiefs. (and then came the joke…) these guys put the “oo” in cool ta-ram-ta-dam! oh… i am good.
man, beck rules. he bloody rules. even though later on i shall put him in the “a howdy folks wouldn’t have sunk your mojo, man!” group, he just is… pure fucking music. and he had a sunglasses tan el si tipu’ ala din fotbal, cum l-o chema. deus were good. really good. one of the nicest atmosphere. you could feel they’re home. and mark ronson was a hip performance.

ok, za “i’m now a fan of” group of the festival was: (drum roll…) john butler trio. down under jam, man. the guy was funny, he was chilling on the werchter field. give it a listen.
the “we’ve been listening to you for years, i came for you here and you should’ve done the same, leave the i’m too cool for this attitude home, mates” big no-no group: r.e.m. (love you, but…), beck… and the biggest of them all… the great radiohead. which i will not comment on.

that was werchter. and a lot more. next glastonbury.