It's just around 2 hours until the tickets for Leeds and Reading festival 2011 go on sale and I'd need an extra pair of arms to count how many people have facebook statuses about the line-up. To be honest, I'd never even heard of Leeds Fest until I was about 17, then suddenly it became this huge thing that we all just HAD to go to, otherwise we were 'gay' (although I have to mention, I first went because I love live bands and a weekend away camping, singing, dancing and getting wasted sounded amazing - not because I was scared of turning homosexual). Anyway, the last two festivals I went to, 08 and 09, were awesome. For those 5 days in Bramham Park you truly do live in a bubble with no worries. I say no worries, Leeds Fest has been the cause of the only two big arguments me and Charl have ever had. One because I was adamant our friends tent was where I said (It wasn't. I was drunk. I couldn't have told you where I was, never mind the tent) and the other when when we were seperated and couldn't find eachother despite our fool-proof plan of meeting at a relentless sign... Seperated because of my love of Feeder, and her love of Pendulum and being kicked in the crotch (She doesn't have a love of being kicked in the crotch... as far as I know. It just happened while AT Pendulum.) Apart from these minor blips, the festival gives me some of the best times of my life so far.
Which is probably why, come days like today when the tickets go on sale, everything turns into a frenzy until people have their tickets and are satisfied with the line-up. The line-up is what gave me the means to write this rant. What I can't stand is people moaning about who has been chosen to play - if you're going to buy a ticket anyway because you want to sit in a field all weekend getting well and truly totalled then shut the hell up. If you're disappointed that people you wanted to see aren't playing, just enjoy the bands you do like. I'm not a huge fan of indie bands, but my excitement for the people I do like overrides the need for me to slate them. Never mind posting facebook statuses declaring you'd "rather die than see My Chemical Romance". For one, I don't think you would, unless you're a suicidal maniac, and two, DON'T GO SEE THEM THEN! All these walking contradictions who claim the line-up is the shittest they've ever seen, only to go and spend £200 to attend can only be described as fools. Or they just like the sound of their own voice. My Chemical Romance, for me and Charlotte, would be a highlight. Ever since we sat in the learning centre (a room full of computers - we're not retarded) in year 10 listening to The Black Parade album we've longed to see them. It went so far as to us finding an A4 photo of Gerard Way stuck to someones folder in R.E. and thinking it appropriate to prop him up so he looked over us as we learned... as opposed to Jesus. Somehow I don't think our religious education teacher was best pleased we were worshipping a man who sings lyrics such as "mama, we all go to hell, it's really quite pleasant except for the smell".
Whoever the line-up, we know we'll have a weekend we'll never forget - especially if the rumours are true. So there Charl will be sat at 7.15pm tonight on See tickets, ready to hit Buy, while I'm on speaker phone all set to scream out the line-up to her. I won't be slagging off who I don't want to see, I'll be too worked up over the bands I do want to see. Unless the rumours are true about The Strokes, man they are shit! :P
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