There are just no words to describe how this weekend. I don't know where to begin.
The feeling is always so double sided the day after the festival. A part of me is glad to be home. That part contains only of physical agony (my poor lower back), the rest of me is homesick and wants to go back to the lovely place called Lowlands.
There was so much to see! Too much even. I couldn't possibly see everything I wanted either because of the programming or because of the fatigue in my legs. Anyway, in order of appearance:
Friday I saw Alamo Race Track, de Heideroosjes (weer ouderwets gezellig), Mad Caddies, Editors (I am now officially in love with the singer), Eagles of Death Metal, Air Traffic (AWSOME new band, go see them, go buy their cd), The killers (Very good show)
Saturday: The Riffles, Turbonegro, Saybia, Chris Cornell (he is the best singer in his genre in the whole wide world and the show he gave was perfect), Kaiser Chiefs (Awsome, just awsome)
Sunday: Alpha Blondy (The best reggea I ever saw), Funeral for a friend, the Shins, the Answer, The Pigeon Detectives (awsome new band, go see, go buy their cd), Nine Inch Nails, Sonic Youth (possibly the worst act on Lowlands), Motorhead (very very cool), LCD Soundsystem (surprisingly entertaining), Dinosaur jr. (sucked), Tool (a bit disappointing, not a great act to finish off the festival)
Another thing I love about Lowlands are the festivities after the bands. Usually great alternative music to which about 20.000 people dance to. On Friday there was a 'Best of Brittish' dj and he sucked big time. We went back to the tent at 1 in the morning (which is early). At the tent we drank a couple of beers and had a lot of fun just hanging out there untill early in the morning. It was cold, though, and I was glad that I took some woollen blankets from the car to wrap myself and my friends in. On Saturday the situations was considerably better. Great guitarrock in the Alpha tent. No matter how tired I was, I danced and danced and sang to familliar songs till the bitter end. Sunday I was all tired offcourse, but there's nothing good music can't cure. 'Grunge and Alternative' was food for my soul that night and gave me enough energy to go on for a little while. Walking back to camping 6 was a bit of a sinecure, though. My back was killing me, my feet were hurthing, my legs had problems going forward...
My weekend rocked. Oh, and I knitted a mini-sock in the Alpha tent (the biggest tent in Europe).