Oh, but isn't the above just a perfect example of this years Roskilde feel-good? That's sweet, you guys
Anyway - topic-way - I agree on most stuff said in this thread, positve stuff said, anyhow, and personally I think this was both the best and (actually) the worst festival I have yet experienced.
I voted 4 of 6 because even if this was overall the best festival for me and mine, EVER-like, I have heard of several legendary Roskilde´s, such numbers in fact, that the festival easily can be better still (at least so it seems from the sheer number of legendaries that people keep telling me about
. This year's being my number 9, with '11 coming after a wide gap since '07. My first was in '99 (scared little bugger, then) so I've experieence my share of festivals. Just not the legendary ones, appearantly. But '11, in my experience, could be legendary - what with magnificent portishead end the whole dancig-thing that caught me at ca. 11 sunday noon, and kept me dancing straight on right until 04 - 05 monday, when I tapped at the bridge crossing acces to "low Camp" with something tapable. Such a hugh experience, and I was crippled from sore feet and underlegs the whole of monday, which made my travelling-time ca. 90 km via train, bus and walk, last somthing like 5 hours (the last half-a-kilometer's walk along dirtroads accounting for one and a half hour, in it self - torture, that was. Anyway - a Roskilde to remember, and thank you all, high and dry, for creating this great atsmosphere for the whole thing to rocket off in.
The 'worst'-part of the mixed experience comes from an incident during sunday evening and night at Arena. I have strong reason to believe that there, among the fetival-people en masse, are camps consisting of a more or less random collection of guys, living in the camping-site. some have ordinary wristbands, some have voulonteer's wristbands. They are there as ordinary festival-goers and/or helpers, and enjoy the partying on equal foot with everybody else - the just have an added - call it a fstival-activity - incentative of going, which is to run a kind of semi-organized thieving among fellow festival-goers.
A common method, I have heard about - this is therefore hearsay - is that 'they' spot and keep track of 'weak' festival-goers, these being people who are by them selves and are not living in big camps or these are people who have gone kaplooie from stimulus-intake/overintake. First kind have their tents rummaged through and stuff stolen while away from it. The second kind gets assailed under cover of being put safely to bed by friendly, concerned bypassers. This is only hearsay, but I personally give it credit due to my experiences, namely sunday evening and to lesser degree during at least saturday.
I spend a lot of time at the festival grounds (Iron Maiden-land, some chose to call it
) and carried with me during all of my stays there, a bag with - in this respect - worthless junk, and a digital-kamera of some value. I got tagged, I'm 75%-80% sure. Suddenly I kept seeing the same five or six guys in the crowd, whereever I went on the festival. I didn't really make any of it at the time, it is only later when reflecting over the sunday experience, that it pops up as having any import. But this I did, noticed the same people constanly in my vicinity during most of saturday. I am of the first kind of potential 'victims' I came to this years Roskilde alone, set up a ninja-camp with some very friendly fynbos from Oure (happy days and restfull nights, guys
if you read this) - I was the sligthtly bummy guy who suddently appeared to your left and then the bloody f-word staid there ;-D), so I assume I have then been tracked to my tent also during saturday afternoon/night whenever. Noone in the 'my' camp experienced any thievery, at least not to my knowldge, and that speaks against my here-presented theory/accussation/warning, but then, no one had any real valuable stuff, they kept lying around in the open.
Sunday, however, was a whole different kettle of fish. Twice, while I was dancing around like something I wouldn't believe if just told about it, 'people' tried to sneak my bag-and-camera (I had it placed in a heap, interlocked, on the ground before me, so I could keep an eye on it in the milling of dancing legs and feet, while not being hindered in my own dancing. Twice, the heap was tried snatched awy from under me. Both times, it was a pair of flourescent-cap wearing guys (allthough a different pair of them second time round) who, standing in front of me and dancing, snuck each a leg out behind them and kind of grapped my bag between their combined feet. They would then drag the bag in between them, pick it up and go away. Both times I managed to get hold of my bag - they WERE kind of obvious when first I had an inkling of what was going on - and tagged the guys right back by touching and making an eyecontact with each. After second time, I was left alone and I thourght 'they' had given up on me, but then after some time with more next-to-out-of-control dancing, I was simply cornered - and no subtlety about it. Four guys, two of whom had earlier tried to sneak my bag, was succesfull af kind of nutching towards a side of the Arena-arena, and almost had me encircled tightly between them before I figured out what was going on. I dodged in a kind of white, flurry panic - but I managed to get away from this very, very intimidating and frightfull situation I had suddetly - literally out of the blue - found myself in. I have some long hair, I could tie up in a curl, and I could don a sweatshirt to 'change' appearance in the crowd. But I didn't get harrassed anymore during the festivities of that night - and even managed to shake the whole thing as another "roskilde-happening" at which you can't really do anything but try and get out of the way of it - like heavy rain, or people armed with 'piss-pistols' (I haven't experienced that last one, but I dread it's happening, and it will happen at some time - it's a statistic)
Anyway - both my best and my worst festival from among 8 (and a one-day'er back in '07) possible, with the 'best' being by far the biggest influence on the over-all.
Oh, yeah - while I'm at it - girls? Grrls, gitz, women, whatever name fits the particular rose? Couldn't you 'guys' work at receiving compliments? please? A lot of you crazy creatures accepts compliments with nots and smiles and sometimes little 'thank-you' shows like pulling up on the short-linning or such wonderful stuff - just the way it is supposed to be received, and in the spirit it was send. The rest of you - and this is actually quite a bunch, enough that it gets noted, as the saying goes - when a guy says something that, you know inside of you, is meant to be just a sweetened acknowledgement of your existence - just that - and even if it so does amount to some drunken grunt that only vaguely resembles a 'nice ass, lass"-something, and typical vulgar in nature - it doesn't mean that he is just about to pop the weasel at you. You can turn you head and smile - very briefly is all that is actully required - without somehow signalling that you just happen to be the horniest woman on the planet right that instant (and/or because of the compliment) If you do this you'll make a happy and friendly-minded fellow out of the compliment-giver who will the continue to radiate this happy and friendly-minded vibe to other people he meets along his way. And you too, girl. You too will get to shine and both be and feel more beatyfull if you accept compliments, even if you don't believe them to be true. When a compliment is not returned by at least a 'thank you'-gesture; a smile, simply, but maybe is even openly frowned upon, and at the giver - it just sucks the energy right out of the whole experience, an almost physical painfull thing. But thanks for adding that aspect to the roskilde-experience, longlegged mysteries and fascinations, sometimes clad in dresses, that you are.
Some pile of two cent's worth of thourghts. But I HAVE been thinking, see?
Thanks again, all. I'm making it a priority of going, as opposed to formerly, when I went "when I could afford it". So I guess and hope to see yo all again next year. cheers!