So how’s everyone been lately? Hope you all survived the weekend wars, fancy lovers of tomorrow… As we didn’t launch our blog properly to this date, it seemed like the right moment to kick things off.
36 hours that separate us from the radiance of Barcelona and it still feels surreal…
I remember the sensation of excitement that pervaded when we left good old fashioned Luxembourg last Wednesday before midnight clocked in. It seemed as if everybody had done his homework at some point. Meeting at the warehouse. Loading up the gear. Putting on our favorite Scott Walker record. Even though we were in it for the next 12 hours, everybody was in high spirits - killing time in style.
Drinking. Sleeping. Observing the others in a german spy fashion. Switching drivers at an hourly rate like metronomes. Finally waking up with our eyes filled with the sun, spanish road signs and the ecstatic joy of pure being. After a decent touchdown at our collective apartment not that far from the center, we were joined by Charles and Joscha who had been invited to handle the sound and stage management issues to the overall joy of everyone involved. Bathing in the ambient heat wave, we hailed the first cab heading to the festival district.
The first thing you notice when you enter Parc del Forum is the vastness of the whole spot. Monumental architecture scattered with selected strips of seductive vegetation. A stadium-sized hangar providing food for the expected 40’000 daily visitors. Balloons of different colors and shapes towering over our heads. Reality is the purest form of fiction. Period.
Leaving the van in a safe proximity, we entered the festival site from behind the main stage. At this point, Death Cab for Cutie was already sound checking, going through the last adjustments. It felt weird walking across a deserted festival zone, almost feeling the ecstasy of the following days vibrating under your feet.
We had a quick look at our stage and decided that it was quite a pleasant setting. I mean, how rad is it to play next to the fucking ocean shore? It instantly felt like a privilege to be here at this specific moment in time so we decided to help us to a couple of drinks, resting on the shivering beach of Barcelona. Mesmerized by the monotonous drone of the waves crashing.
A couple of gin tonics later, we were craving for some sound and moved towards the festival area. From there on everything became gradually blurry as we watched Death Cab, Spiritualized, Grimes, Japandroids… At some point I lost track of the sounds, walking along the breezy promenade, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the midnight shades. As the contours of a recomposing full moon appeared, we decided to take the cab to our apartment. Soft as the night, we all slipped into an interactive dream state that lasted for hours.
The following day mainly consisted of drinking, shopping downtown and collecting numbers of the people we advertised to attend our show. There’s something savage and elegant about a festival where visitors actually attend to listen to the sound and discover exciting things. Later, we were drawn to some tasty shows culminating in the acid disco- firework that is The Rapture. It was already 6 in the morning, so we decided to return to the comfort zone of our quiet apartment and have some rest before the show. We all woke up in high spirits as our sound engineer realized that he had recovered from a really bad cold.
It seemed like a perfect omen.
At noon, we finally checked in at the Princess Hotel, which appears to be the resident spot for 90% of the bands playing at Primavera. Crossing Steve Albini and Justice in the elevator leading to the cocktail bar seems pretty normal under these conditions. We agreed that a few drinks would help us to the right mood before the show scheduled for sunset. A couple of hours later, having spent way too much time at the swimming pool, we packed our stuff before hitting the van waiting for us at the hotel entrance. Like a well adjusted clockwork, everything seemed to click at the right pace in Primavera land. Behind the stage, we ran through the last preparations and did some free shopping in the adidas store who happened to be in the backstage. We were more than glad to catch up with our buddies from ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ who had finally arrived at this point. It felt like a homecoming.
Interviews. Drinks. Feverish conversations. When we finally started to play, the space in front of the stage looked quite deserted before filling up gradually with people starting tripping out, as we slowly progressed toward the minimal techno-section of our set. Nothing beats catching people during the scenario you’re building with your songs. I put a spell on you because you’re mine.Standing on the stage, observing the crowd through my freshly acquired ray bans, I realized the privilege of being there. A perfect moment.
We caught up with friends after the show and further indulged in our show attending/recreational drinking/losing each other/reunion euphoria- cycle which ended deep into the starlit night. Incredible how thousands of people lose their minds dancing when you would think the festival should come to a close! Standing up at the huge amphitheater surrounding the ray ban stage, the whole place looked like a larger than life-hologram.
Have a close look at this blog if you want to follow us through the catalogue of our future recollections. This place belongs to you.