The last weekend of May saw G and me head off to Barcelona for the Primavera festival. There was a group of us, consisting of the same motley crew who attended last year, along with four fresh faces: C and L and E and P. Rather than stay in a hotel (and risk any further erosion of my dignity) this year we opted for a large apartment near the grounds of the festival.
Primavera was held in the same place as last year (the Barcelona Forem), so right on the water. The festival was great, although not as good as last year - this year it was much bigger, in terms of the number of attendees and the space over which it was spread. That meant it was easier to lose people, harder to find them and more time was spent walking from one band to the next. But these are only minor complaints: I had an enormous amount of fun. My highlight was The National, followed by The Walkmen. I think we all decided (the men included) that we had massive crushes on the lead singer of The Walkmen, who was dressed very suavely for the occasion, in a very fine suit.
My lowlight was seeing Gang Gang Dance. Not only did they not sound particularly good, but they inexplicably had someone on stage whose sole role was to wave a stick with a bin liner attached to it (like a flag). I spent most of the set wondering why oh why they were there, particularly as they couldn't even wave the bin liner in time to the music.
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| Hamilton Leithhauser of The Walkmen |
My lowlight was seeing Gang Gang Dance. Not only did they not sound particularly good, but they inexplicably had someone on stage whose sole role was to wave a stick with a bin liner attached to it (like a flag). I spent most of the set wondering why oh why they were there, particularly as they couldn't even wave the bin liner in time to the music.
The weather was amazing the entire time we were there, and our apartment was just a short walk from the beach. While this was not a nudist beach, an alarming number of people on it were nude. I avoided taking photos with any of the nude people in them, both because it would be rude and also because the pictures would have been too horrible to display. I saw more of some of these people than I imagine their gynaecologists would see on a standard visit, as they bent down and put suncream on their legs and toes. Some of the nude people were also so large that, notwithstanding the fact they were completely nude, it was impossible to determine whether they were male or female, as their genitalia was completely obscured by their bellies. Unattractive nude people aside, the beach was pretty fantastic.
When we weren't partying at Primavera or avoiding nudists at the beach, we were spending our days sleeping, eating and drinking. I ate more cheese and drank more cava than I suspect is good for my arteries. For most of the others, their poison of choice was the Barcelona red can. Most of the cava\red can-fueled conversations cannot be repeated in this blog. Nor can most of the stories from Primavera be repeated: what happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona. That means this is going to be a very short blog indeed. Instead, I'll simply post some photos of Primavera below.
When we weren't partying at Primavera or avoiding nudists at the beach, we were spending our days sleeping, eating and drinking. I ate more cheese and drank more cava than I suspect is good for my arteries. For most of the others, their poison of choice was the Barcelona red can. Most of the cava\red can-fueled conversations cannot be repeated in this blog. Nor can most of the stories from Primavera be repeated: what happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona. That means this is going to be a very short blog indeed. Instead, I'll simply post some photos of Primavera below.
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| Glasser |
Until next year, Primavera!
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