I went to bed on Friday with one certainty: He had a lot to write.
The dawn Saturday caught me with a closed throat and very sore. He knew that one day would be more complicated, but shows promise: I was eager to see the Traditional Jazz Band.
As is my custom, I woke up early, leaves the tent and went to the bathroom queue.
Rows ...
They deserve a separate chapter in this festival. There were many queues. Queues to buy, queues for food, queues for drinking, making queues for queues. One must have some adaptation to the new reality of the festival: he grew up ...
not have access to numbers. Not yet left the festival after release, then do not say exactly how many people worked, how many entered the festival, nor how many meals were served. But it is visible to the naked eye expansion Psicodália. The queues were a result. But this in no way took away the luster of the festival. For some it was just a chance to talk.
Here again, memory fails, and can not remember what else I did this morning. Had already made friends with Maurice Cellars, and I think that was because he did most remarkable friendships, and here was the biggest coincidence of the festival.
not remember how we started talking, but it was a large class: basically all of northern Paraná, but some live in São Paulo. At one point Talk one realizes that the shirt I was wearing, the first edition of our Virtual Festival (February/2010). This was Louise, aka Le. He saw the shirt Psychedelic Teardrop and asked what my relationship with the blog ("Dude, you are the Tears Psychedelic?"). In this, another that was crying in the tent there "Ow, already downloaded stuff from there. He had a crazy few sounds that put bands Psicodália. When I commented that I was crazy, he identified himself as an anonymous who posted asking for help because I could not open the file. I was at that time knowing an anonymous Internet: Was Raoni, aka Cachaca Captain and his alter ego Captain Hangover, being of Divine Light ("Half a schizophrenic, not ???"). The fact that I know of an anonymous Internet was, to say the least, interesting. It made me realize that the gig that we do here in the blog resonates in some way, and is perceived by people across the computer.
Along with Raoni and Louise, were his brother John, Flavia (have I mentioned that is the same name of my daughter? "), Carol (in the absence of one, had two), Thiago, Guga, Fozzy , Japa, Bruno. Galera northern Parana and Sao Paulo, who were the companions for the rest of the festival. People who shared everything: friends, humor, camaraderie.
Also on this day I talked with a carioca. Casual conversation, without further details. When we talked about the festival (structure / bands / organization) he identifies himself as the creator / organizer of the Rock Village. Jailton. Like all of Rio, a good guy to chat. We talked a lot about music and festivals, after all the shows I was always out front taking pictures, and watching him.
I won a ticket to watch the Rock Village this year. Number 0007. The willingness to embark on a crazy trip to Rio de Janeiro is great.
The Jailton came, talked to the organizers of Psicodália. Who knows what he can not get out? Long live the festivals and rock'n roll ...
Concert Saturday afternoon
On the stage of the Sun, the first band to perform was the Smokers. I liked the sound, but I do not remember much because here was a bit of fever and throat closed. I took some pictures and went to an ice-free water (closed throat and cold water do not mix) and seek girls from the press office of the Festival.
I went back in time to see the second show of the week: Ghost Train.
I spoke of this band. The boys make a sound I like very much, and made the show as I expected. Simple, straightforward. The EP songs were well played, and pleased those who attended.
not seen the third presentation of the day: Nego Blue.
break for a snack, chatting with friends new and ready for the evening shows. He was anxious to see the Traditional Jazz Band, but the fatigue and throat were knocking me over. Unfortunately, could not stand it and went to sleep before the show the TJB. Pictures of them only when they came to soundcheck and press conference. I did not participate because he was photographing the shows of late.
Concert Saturday evening
The evening began with the rock guitar of Joe with Trinity. Mining band with a sound and consistent. Mining in this Psicodália (there were many) always shouting "ROCK'N ROLLLL ZÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ. Sound works really well live, with a footprint. Too bad the guitar occasionally make a noise. Problems with the cable. But that did not take the gloss of the presentation and the footprint of the miners ...
break another bottle of Aga ice-free chewing a salty either, making the traditional order "Feed me." I did not ask the girl's name who kindly took care of me, but we did not need names. Friendships are made easy at this festival, without labels.
I returned to front stage, it would start the show's Troupe Sonora House Orat. I expected more of a fucking show. She hoped to hear the same songs on the album The Dream Crafter, I sing these songs to death, because the album really captivated me. Begin the presentation, and that I knew nothing watched. There was something strange. Where were the masks? The troupe got their faces painted, and performing songs from the new album, the band is still recording. Moonlight. Another psychedelic trip / musical / theatrical. Jaw open, I try to watch the show and register with the visual images of the troupe. I have no doubt that this will be another album that will please me in full: travel sound of the troupe take me away. "Give me wings but take my feet." They've done it.
Many photos later, I see the attentive audience. Apparently, many others also waiting for the Craftsman. The scenic presentation is most striking about this show. At the end of every act, music, cheers and more applause.
At the end of the show, the band thanks. "Only fools believed" ...
The encore came with Hills, Craftsman Dream. A final show with a fantastic dream trip ... "Words are words, nothing more." Nothing is more appropriate. I feel sorry for those who missed the show ...
break another bottle of water without ice. The fatigue was becoming unbearable, the annoying rain, and the neck closed.
The third show of the night please completely to the public Psicodália: Soup.
The band has their sound full of color, bladders. With a strong appeal for party and fun, and thanks the crowd sings / skips.
Here my throat irritated me so much, my fatigue was so great that after a few songs and some more pictures, I went to the tent to rest, thinking back to the Traditional Jazz Band. Sad illusion ... I slept until morning and missed the rest of the night ...
still a future post ...
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