Chromeo Day 17, Newport, Isle of Wight, UK
This was another early morning. We had to get to the airport and fly back to London, then drive 3 hours to Isle of Wight to play Bestival. You would think with a name like that , it would be the best festival... Names can be deceiving.
We knew it would be a long day just based on the flight alone. We were surrounded by screaming kids, and the ones behind us peed in their pants and spent most of the flight throwing up. It was absolutely horrid. And all that was between the times they spent kicking our seats. Quite possible the most unpleasant flight I've ever had, and I fly alot. The parents thought all this was cute. We thought otherwise...
Then we got to the venue, and it was a mess. Nothing but mud. Deep, wet mud. Not good mud. We were scared to drive down the road to the stage because we didn't want to get stuck and not get out. They had already closed some of the roads on site...
We did make it to our stage in one piece, but it was a mess. I decided very quickly that I wasn't going to walk anywhere but the stage, and even that was covered in mud. Fortunately we didn't have to hang around too long. It was our turn soon enough and we were up and running pretty fast. My night was a little frustrating because I had a house tech playing with my settings the whole show. That never happens. It's not supposed to happen. It's a first order violation of etiquette, punishable by firing. Usually when you walk in to a festival, you get complete control of the whole sound system, and you run it how you want. I've never had a problem. The guy at this place apparently had a problem, because everything I changed got reset when I wasn't looking. Not cool. I told him to back off, but there was no change. It was pretty lame and I was really happy to get out of there.
We didn't have time to get dinner at the festival, so on the way back we drove through town to try and find food. We settled for a little hot dog hut and got some dogs, which, again for some reason, ended up being some kind of spicy sausage. What's up with that? The dogs were terrible, but necessary, but the fries were pretty good, so we survived. We went back to the hotel pretty quickly after that because we had another painfully early departure to drive to Brussels.
We knew it would be a long day just based on the flight alone. We were surrounded by screaming kids, and the ones behind us peed in their pants and spent most of the flight throwing up. It was absolutely horrid. And all that was between the times they spent kicking our seats. Quite possible the most unpleasant flight I've ever had, and I fly alot. The parents thought all this was cute. We thought otherwise...
Then we got to the venue, and it was a mess. Nothing but mud. Deep, wet mud. Not good mud. We were scared to drive down the road to the stage because we didn't want to get stuck and not get out. They had already closed some of the roads on site...
We did make it to our stage in one piece, but it was a mess. I decided very quickly that I wasn't going to walk anywhere but the stage, and even that was covered in mud. Fortunately we didn't have to hang around too long. It was our turn soon enough and we were up and running pretty fast. My night was a little frustrating because I had a house tech playing with my settings the whole show. That never happens. It's not supposed to happen. It's a first order violation of etiquette, punishable by firing. Usually when you walk in to a festival, you get complete control of the whole sound system, and you run it how you want. I've never had a problem. The guy at this place apparently had a problem, because everything I changed got reset when I wasn't looking. Not cool. I told him to back off, but there was no change. It was pretty lame and I was really happy to get out of there.
We didn't have time to get dinner at the festival, so on the way back we drove through town to try and find food. We settled for a little hot dog hut and got some dogs, which, again for some reason, ended up being some kind of spicy sausage. What's up with that? The dogs were terrible, but necessary, but the fries were pretty good, so we survived. We went back to the hotel pretty quickly after that because we had another painfully early departure to drive to Brussels.
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