For Marisleysis
So I can say that, nevertheless, this Next weekend I've had "feelies" but not this time thanks to the contributions of Fib, because in this case we can not say it was "a success of the organization one more time".
I know, I know. I aware that the Moran brothers are not guilty of Benicassim on Friday became the perfect setting to film Twister 2, where instead of flying cars and houses, flying pieces of scenery and hundreds of Quechua Two Seconds. I know they are oblivious to the fact that, still do not know why strange reason, what little remained of the Green Stage was suddenly decided to burn him to throw more bonzo pollarate sauce was already having mountain. With all of the above is logical that much of Friday's lineup was the same shit, taking with them a large print as Kings of Leon (and emotions of their frans barbaric) and some not so great as that of The Planets (to which I shall come to refer to later.) I also know that the parents of the doll that of spectacles and blue helmets were not guilty of Miss Lilly Allen, who longed to see me singing strangely despite how stupid I think, decided not to attend such an event because apparently felt Malito. I guess they are also unaware that others were like my Foals expected to copy the feat of the previous one and decided to leave us all waiting without success planted the sweaty guy who kills himself pounding the drum, were too unwell? anyway ...
I know of nothing that are to blame the creators of the "festival of festivals", but many other things ...
The first novelty of this year (pun intended) is that if you wanted to know something so basic and fundamental as the festival times you had to pay first host in the ear to the stock, pay the not inconsiderable amount of 7 laurazos for this book before I gave away nothing fetter to the bracelet. And I do not want to imagine the face of organized fiber than five minutes to buy the damn book to realize that this thing was not going to serve or to wrap sandwiches, because nothing was there then coincided with reality. And of course, that this business was a windfall were crooks enough not to put the schedule on the website. The only way to find out was to go one by one to link each of the artists of the track, and if you had the saintly patience could be gathering all data according to days and scenarios in a Microsoft Excel table to finally be able to develop your own custom schedule. Nor do I like seeing the face of organized fiber lost a whole afternoon in such a task absolutely useless.
chaos since it was announced on Friday strange things started flying in the sky of Benicassim. On Saturday there was nothing in place. Except the tourists drunk, always making the Indian apparently in ecstasy of joy that carry over, even though they are all touching the skin cancer. Nobody knew anything, nor where or when. Thus it was that we swallow more than a half hour concert Delorian some assumptions, which according to my friend Oliver had apparently radically changed his musical style. It was all very strange, we never knew what they were called those impostors, we only know that the singer between songs kept shouting "Benicasim copooooonn", possibly a subliminal way of releasing the anger that would bring the kid on the swings that would have touched suffer from stage and schedule. Out any detail of the cartel was mission impossible. Even the waiters shirts cool meals with scissors knew us some feedback. We only get to scratch a sad time we withheld in bad form an instant, but of course does not coincide at all with reality. With all this on Sunday was even worse. Thus, this new trend of non-communication in the Age of Communications went so far, neither on Sunday afternoon could be found on page weber the slightest trace of note or notice with the new hours for that last day, I guess I was because the fellow and was on vacation, poor ... We were only aware of the new chaos that was going to play live when he heard stunned the last great song by White Lies from the car under the famous bridge that overlooks the Green in a traffic jam of fibers motor and when we had also heard another great song on this latest case of TV on the Radio running and dodging people on the ground little road that leads to Fib, not the Rocio. Another shit put us another step on shit one more time. But of course! of course! What a great idea the brothers of catching Moran Panzetas cancellation of which on Friday had to assume the collective anger, and which put them headlining in the middle of the whole pie and requetejodiendo removing the other groups, thus advancing to many (I faith) and delaying others, and above all what a great idea to do it all without warning.
Anyway, I do not want to roll long since I've done. That all the above the sad thing is that the worst of Fib is coming, or rather, is to tell, and that poor doll see it plummet in many chronic and do not know if the helmet had saved. There comes a point where you see that those who are organizing this Tinglao is swinging thinking where they want to address this. But every time I have more clear that this no longer are doing it for me, and even for those who come to him from time immemorial, when going to the Fib was like going to another planet. I give this festival and is designed exclusively for the tourists sons of Britain who have 3 years to sell out, the very ones who scream and run in terror toward the Green with the first chords of the radical infumables and Gallagher, the same ending with all the barrels of beer, and also with inflatable mattresses stocks phosphorites of variety stores; the same that have become so fashionable that shit to throw part of the Mahou (seasoned with MEAO on many occasions) to Benicassim sky to water the crowd in a moment of musical orgasm, if not given to make the Hooligang in half of the tide ...
But business is round. More stuff Bring piten groups in the UK charts (although it will bring a lot of sheep pinkish whose limited musical tastes do not go beyond what they have mamao endlessly in the great tit mediatica of MTV), and fixed it in May hang the poster of NO TICKETS, even if you got 10,000 more than in other years, and that make then almost can not even walk around the grounds, who cares? Has anyone seen any foreigner complaining about this? ... Where are those of the early guiris as nice and civilized? ... What kind of audience is recruiting this festival as "indie"? Indians?
In short, just now, that this festivalaco is losing a lot, and you just have to see how the lineup each year, at least so say those who understand much better than me ... In short, they know, but that I mean things like the fiber-guan Madrid who was on the news of Telecinco towel over his shoulder and wrapped in a garish modern-era glasses Rayband Jacko almost indignantly saying that if there known that he would stick by people there would have brought a lot more fashionable clothing, likewise. Grim give some ...
PD By the way, we finally found the authentic Delorian anxious at the place where we expected the presence of Foals. Surprise! Isabel said Gemio ..
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