(photo courtesy picksysticks)
As I was leaving for another stage, this IndiePop singer was singing a song with a very clear lyrics. It was something along the lines of “All those people in the bar, nobody knows who you really are”
I guess I could enjoy the music that I understand and can relate to. Usually the music I hear (e.g. on the radio) has more than half of the words lost to noise, and the rest are about more simple feelings that are the domain of teenagers.
My weekend was very much off-campus: a friend’s farewell party as he’s leaving for Google, music festival, then flea market. The latter two I happened to explore both on my own, and then later I enjoyed a company. Both involved seeing a lot of people from the area, and in part mimicking them as I learned their ways of having fun. It’s actually quite hard to have fun on the music festival! If you think about it, what you imagine is a group of best-best friends, all intoxicated, walking between stages, dancing, laughing and talking really loud, playing jokes on each other. Let’s compare it to the picture above. What people actually doing is: walking, standing, resting, talking, taking selfies, checking their phone. The only person having fun is the singer.
Seriously, that’s the generic (free) music festival experience. I was actually happy when I ran into someone who was drunk – as rarely as it was, it made me smile. On the music festivals with a bigger name, people feel more required to get wasted. I myself felt like music festival should be more impressive, more deep experience. And it’s not just about the loudness of the certain harmonics in the music, it’s about how you relate to people around you in your mutual excitement about the musician. I guess paid entrance filters out those “just standing there” and leaves people who actually care about the musician. But still, on the music festival most of the musicians are ones that you never heard about. The connection with the crowd should be established by sole fact that you are all part of something bigger, part of this music culture. And maybe the culture of special clothes, and special ways of getting intoxicated.
So that was what made me disappointed, that’s the bigger target I felt I’m missing. But still, I enjoyed what I had around me, a beautiful music, a company and a strange but inert crowd. I remember somewhere in this blog I said I’ll only go to a music festival when I have a company. So now that wish had come true. Yay!