Despite the unbearable heat wave throughout the afternoons
despite the untraceable body odor lingering throughout the crowds
and inescapable wafts of marijuana
and some mysterious skunk stench that came and went as surprisingly as the breeze
despite the lousy organizational skills from the FreePress camp
despite the pain in your ass, literally, from sitting at a hard angle on a hill
despite a rain scare on Sunday
despite crazies on acid frolicking around
Yes, despite all the adversities, we managed to have a hell of a time on top of that hill. And for two memorable days in August, we sat together and watched some amazing performances take place on that small stage.
We left Saturday in awed silence as Explosions in the Sky captivated us with their staggering and emotional set. And when Of Montreal took the stage on Sunday, the crowd stood up in excitement before Kevin Barnes could even touch the microphone because we just knew he wasn’t going to let us down .
I walked away that night feeling satisfied and kind of sad because the weekend was over too soon. But it made me feel better when I thought about Ro’s stupid joke, “maybe we’ll mend our circle of friend’s broken social scene.” Well, it was something to remember for sure.
A snow explosion during their performance of A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger. [The camera shaking that you notice and absolutely hate at the moment is me having difficulties viedotaping and balancing on a slippery hillside]