So the first episode of festivals ended for me while the next one started in Great Britian. Glastonbury!
What remains in my head is a little headache from having seen too much and drunken too less. My skin is teint by now and my mind is filled with music and pleasant anticipation for the upcoming event.
My all time favourite festival. Just characterised as beautiful.
It's one of the finest and best indie-events of the year. The people are amazing and sweet, the acts are brilliant everytime and to top all this, there is a lake just a stone's throw away to swim and cool down a little when the sun is shining high and hot.
The Haldern-Pop-People are famous for their weird and lovely little ideas. This year it's about short stories, love, photography and a sparkling mind.
I fall in love with beautiful boys for a few minutes every seven footsteps, cause it seems that every indie-guy around is walking on the grass there, enjoying bands like Isbells, Fleet Foxes, Alexi Murdoch and the Wombats. I can't wait to blow bubbles there and wear pearls in my hair or just lie on the ground on a blanket surrounded by my dearest friends, listening to the tones and chords that are floating over from the stage.
I can't wait to collect smiles and quotes.
I can't wait to get the first Interview-confirmation-Mails and build a radio special around all the things, that bands told me.
I CAN NOT WAIT!!!
Maybe I'm too excited, but it's worth it.
photography by Zora Beer
