Primavera Sound 2005-06-05

Scorching heat and warm canned lager. The beat of sound systems competing in the warmth of an early morning in June. A sea of dancing figures waving and jumping to dj sets… the international arena… shameless fame spotting edith bowman… ridiculously small indoor arena… queues for tickets for food, queues for tickets for drinks… queues for drinks, queues for food…. Nouvelle vague roxked my world while iggy pop wailed at the rest... The Russian couldn’t stand it and pouted in hooded defiance for the duration of the fiesta. New Order failed to get my juices flowing, whereas live brass and balls made me fall in love with Broken Social’s Scene’s “Lover’s Spit”… Beautiful pink sea glinted as “Sells Like Teen Spirit” got mixed up, chopped up, fucked around and charged by the awesome Optimo dj’s…

Barcelona is beautiful. I had forgotten this simple fact.