Thursday, 24 September 2009

Day two - twice the fun

Today I felt like I knew what I was doing there. Kind of.

The day started with gifts. I'm not sure what I did to deserve them but my birthday was last week and I didn't get any gifts so maybe this was like a Karmic Makeover. Here's one of the gifts, a toy with a big head and one eye, potentially the result of a summer of Lowlands festivals.
Happy family - brother and sister.





And this is a girl who spent all of the last day in the campsite toilets feeling utterly sick. So today she was taking it easy, we had a nice conversation and then she came back with this little guardian angel, who is now permanently installed as a kind of guard for the front door.


And this is Jessie, the kiwi guy who is an old school friend of Josh's (yes I know what is the likelyhood and how incredibly common is that and aren't kiwis all one degree of separation anyway) who showed us some kiwi hospitality last night. You don't quite see his black eye and black toenails here though, apparently once we'd had enough he just keep right on dancing.

Now excuse me if I'm wrong, but I think this is Suzan and her sister who stayed and talked for a while and just yesterday wrote to me on this website to say hello. So you see, even though these worlds we create for ourselves are a contrivance, they inform our lives and go with us into the future as every experience does. Actually I know this is weird but there were three sets of sisters that I spoke to that day so I will use my scatter-gun approach to show a picture of them all...


Ok, maybe this isn't funny to anyone else, but I'll show you anyway. This is technically a house party and it all started with my new Bontempi (that's a shittier version of a Casiotone presumably of Italian origin). It started out as a jam and ended in a full scale party hit sensation. Who said you can't have a one-man house party...? The video is the song that just kind of wrote itself, I'm sorry I have forgotten the names of the singers but they did a great job of lyric-writing and general ambiance-setting. Today Lowlands, tomorrow the hit sensation of Ibiza 2010.

I'd say this makes up for a lack of birthday cake wouldn't you.
Here's the video - hit play on the bottom left corner. I left the Arabic version off in case it was just getting a bit culturally inappropriate - what am I thinking?!
And yes, this really is another one of those band shots that is totally uninteresting to anyone who wasn't there. But speaking as one who was there to Gang Gang Dance... WOW.

I think possibly I am giving a rose-tinted version of Lowlands, but that is because my experience in house really was like that but of course that is not the whole story. That night we stayed in a tent with the other 20 thousand or so tents with a physical rocking of the tent walls to the deep sub-base from one of the stages nearby. The next morning we cleared out and it struck me what a materialistic world we live in and that even though experiences like this festival were about ambience and collectivity, it was managed (quite brilliantly though I must say) by a slick consumer machine that was really like every other consumer machine. We live in an age of incredible consumer excess, we all wear new new clothes, we throw away plastic things used once, we buy a new tent because someone in village somewhere is prepared to package it for next to nothing, we have more choice than any other age of human, we have access, wealth, privilege... it's a double edged sword isn't it. I had a great weekend, don't get me wrong. I came away on kind of high. I'm glad I've been to a festival like this. I'm very happy to have been there in my own home.


Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Lowlands needs you

Or maybe I need Lowlands.
More Lowlands in my life, yes perhaps.

This is my first time being at a big festival of music, and if you haven't been to Lowlands yourself I'm not sure that I can really explain it. Someone spoke to me this on the second day actually and said that Lowlands was like entering a childs world for adults, where everything was there for your pleasure and wonder and the realities of your work or your home life were inconsequential here. There is some truth in that. There were bands sure, but there were also swings and art objects and people just hanging out or wondering around with no particular purpose than to absorb the atmosphere and somehow be infected by it.

So, as you can imagine there were quite a few people dropping by my little house, happy to hang out, talk or just peer in through the window and wonder. And the thing is, if you take away any idea of reasoning or equating what is going on to some sense of purpose then interesting things do in fact happen. Conversations sure, but also just looks or noises.

You know that sensation when you stand at the traffic lights and there is a child in a pram and he or she looks up at you waiting there and they just look at you without any particular agenda, you are there in front of them, moving, blinking, breathing. Well it wasn't quite like that but there was certainly an element of it. So yes, Lowlands needs me and I need Lowlands.






In fact this guy stood in front of what I was really trying to photograph which is the lake. First of all an Opera Singer appeared on a floating tower of umbrellas, carried along by two synchronized swimmers, then I learned that the people waiting on the bank were being ferried by rowboat to a place down the lake where there was a sauna and a Tai Chi master.

And this is Peaches
We didn't bump into each other unfortunately but I did get to see her on stage. Magic.

Monday, 21 September 2009

AAAAAAAAAAAAALST

Aalst is between Brussels and Gent and is yet another one of those charming Belgian cities. I was only here for one day, so no return guests but plenty of curiosity. Josh asked me the other day if I got on with kids. It was a strange question because I realised I didn't get on with kids, I get on with people who are interesting or who are interested in the world and sometimes they are adults and sometimes they are kids.

Well here is someone I got on with. She even helped us pack up at the end. It's funny isn't how you get along with people sometimes, I know people will think I'm a hippie flake for saying it, but I think it just comes down to a certain energy. When you relate to someone's energy then you are immediately responsive to them.
She took a photo of me too - which was only fair I thought.
I think I need a haircut.
Got some nice pictures today too. I like collecting pictures of this house, not because I'm narcissistic (though I may be) but because every picture is surely a picture of the person who drew it, just like a photo is equally about the person who took it.