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And if happiness was sitting with a glass on a garbage bag and then sing in chorus the intro When The Sun Goes Down and laugh at the sight of an old man glissât miserably nose in the mud?

When the Plaine de la Machine Fire welcomes you, this is not half.
One last look in the eyes eyes before crossing the first metal stairs, before losing our innocence and dive into the den of iniquity a shoo-European youth tee.
This idyllic place, known and recognized for its herbaceous flora, is the Dour Festival, the independent specialist in quality and openness.
We (us, it e Miss and I, and others) entammer this day with nothing less than the Brian Jonestown Massacre . Legend to some, cursed or group failed to others, the BJM is proud present and in full force. Not being able to afford extra time, they decided to start ten minutes in advance. Who's complaining? Anton
back to us, leaving us read "The kingdom of God is in" on his denim jacket. Concert taking, bluffing and wait, we conquered by man, who, although completely ripped off, we offer the very highest level. My Bloody Underground
sounds much better live than at home, which does not contradict our view of the group, which adopts other dimensions when facing you. This benefit was not extraordinary musically, personality of the great Anton Newcombe is also something. The pirate flag, fuck the helicopters and the very long minute of silence for the victims of the Second World War represent well the sweet madness of boy. When Jockers Attack drummed by the indispensable Joel us closer to the end. An end came too quickly, without warning. See you, Brian Jonestown Massacre!
To give us, we can count on New York's Neon Neon equipped with instruments for the less original: a low-key without a guitar without sounding which survives only the outline etc. ... A beginning somewhat apathetic motivated by the arrival of the friend Har Mar Superstar, his t-shirt Ice Cube and his waistcoat fringed American flag. It will outline the public dourois sway her hips and Claire will meet the Man-of-his-life, but nothing really convincing. Then come those great rebels Teenagers . In time to the compelling and appreciated Homecoming, they demand cheerleaders on stage, but, as these boys show extremely enterprising, they ask permission to roadies, which will quickly dissuade them. Protesters, they say "Oh, it's a shame. It's like a birthday without cake. But hey ..." Damn! Anton did he raise private Ronald McDonald on stage, him? So, no cheerleaders and no taste, we will only be two songs, because we have important advantage of an enviable place for Foals. Having made a bit poor, Yannis and his pals take the stage. We will finally be filled judging by our own legs if they receive an undeserved reputation or, indeed, the atmosphere will galvanisaaante. Rock rave-new-tribal-five of Oxford, already appealing to listen to Antidotes , appears downright irresistible. It moves, it pogotte, it slams, it goes in all directions and that is what we ask! The arrival of Cassius shake everything in its path, including the feet. But what a treat! Yannis starts beating his drum. It recognizes the beginning of Electric Bloom . It's just another hospital. He goes in search of a firecracker in the audience, climbed the stage wearing one of them in his mouth. It will go under a thunder of applause, it was the bomb baby.
I'm drowning in the eyes of a northern Irish accent unintelligible to then run a quick lap at the guys and pink candy hirustes Mystery Jets . No Two Doors Down , but a very pretty ballad finale.
The Whitest Boy Alive joined with sound advice, gives us the power tubes, music and dances successful and makes us cry for the unity of the country ... these charming young Berlin eyeglass with acetate we have convinced their titles blatant disco influences kindly as Burning .
After enjoying the comfort of our famous garbage bag Goldfrapp listening, we let ourselves be tempted by the hip-hop backbone of Hocus Pocus, French collective who made his name. Very good option because the public is manic, the lyrics are cleverly cut up and that's always good to make big gestures with her arms rapper. Ellen Allien
not maintain us dancing, too house for us who prefer to put durum cocktail and brown sugar crepe with undisguised delight in our clearing. Brodinski , there is a better, but once again, we desert for Birdy Nam Nam much more persuasive. Very nice lighting effects and variety in its proposal. The Peruvian
loving concern, based saviors, courtiers with his eyes half-closed ... we make eclectic meetings during their set.
The evening (morning?) Will continue to "dance as if the music was overly good," to haggle our toasting glasses-to-the-kanye-west with Jamaican to slip such a drunken skaters on the mud douroise.
THERE BACK WHEN?

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The afternoon began with joy the visit of the conceptual and now famous exhibition It's Not Only Rock'n'Roll Baby! The great idea of Jerome Sans, unpublished, was born from the observation that many rockers were primarily visual. Indeed, one can notice that a large proportion of them engaged in the photograph, collage, sculpures or multimedia. We would then know if the music is actually not an occupation that their food would fund their work, as some of them appear expensive. Intrinsically linked, art and music are yet for the first time together .
Particularly important ideas and colorful decor offset with Bianca Casady (CocoRosie), affection for the cute little drawings of Devendra, respect towards the mastery of detail in pen and ink of Kyle Field, love for Kills and assembly of Polaroids, but, above all, the works of Pete will remain in my memory. I never expected that they absolutely not affect me to this (high) point. Because I imagined that the blood injected into his paintings that would bring violence superficial. very skeptical, I told myself that this is not imitating Tapies and planting a syringe in the paper that we can pass something. I was wrong, since, before this wonderful writing, the art of calligraphy, the style brouillion, these paintings, I started thinking, I was immersed in tortuous questions. I was planning when tormented and tormenting Pete realized his works which so sincere. It has been well
Lou Reed to dissuade me from these dark thoughts.
So here we are.
At the Palais des Beaux-Arts invaded by the golden jubilee flamingo. (I open a large parenthesis because I am entitled to ask, why so many young people claim that the Velvet is a lifetime, it is the basis that their musical culture and malrgé this, it is clear that 'they would move even for L e see? He who, unlike some other former greats, is up to its reputation. Youth is definitely pathological liar and impressionable.) Placed far, we we should wring the neck to enjoy a right view but does not obstruct the vision of the miserable sitting behind us.
Berlin and his intro 'Happy Birthday' begins, Lou appears, without artifice or entrance to Johnny, just in line behind his musicians. He takes his guitar, he puts his voice , and that's it.
Everything is there.
His perfect sets studied (A real little film with Emmanuelle Seigner is the project through the provision of an antique tapestry), drummer and guitarists exeptional. If they can be removed, their professionalism will leave blissful.
The first three (my Lady Day, Men Of Good Fortune and Caroline Says ) all appear at the end of songs, both Lou pull them, magnify them and finalize an apotheosis. This was clearly the best moments of the concert. Afterwards, I really felt that something was missing: an audience at the height of the man. We never saw a concert by Lou Reed in a room asceptisée the seat configuration ... We can not, in this case, the stream. This is almost nonsense. Titles Berlin linked together in the order of course, and the impressive Sad Song who closes me a little frustrated. Itchy fingers, we want more than five minutes applaudire (in my opinion not strong enough) to finally get three fabulous reminders, including essential must- Walk On The Wild Side and Sweet Jane .
The lights come back, we in this room who réaterri m'apparu austere and cold. Only this voice and this class will have managed to blur the hard places, the public.
Lou Reed is great, but then there, great.

Laura Gemser Cocksuck

it is good to know when we wake up to the dawn of a promising day.
Like this Sunday, July 13, blue and sunny, in contrast with the days precedents. Not a drop, if not sweat.
Puggy marries delightfully with the weather because of its instant, simple and understandable gaiety. It does not take more to win the public's feet stuck to the mines and rejoiced. In the middle of a set is mastered Dubois, my favorite little of this impressive collection of tubes become perfect to start the afternoon. The highlight of
Puggy may also prove to be a lack of size, but these three young men are endowed with charisma and beautiful voice, which is actually not that current. We also note the drummer is amazing Scandinavian.
Directorate Monsoon, on arrival Decadent Dandy , exit the next song, preferring that Gourmet Alley, which the learned link between the outdoor stage and the Halles des Foires de Liège. World cuisine, vegetarian or organic, everything looks delicious.
sated, so sweet St. Andrew will tell us that his innocuous little stories, accompanied by Jeronimo (and son of Paul Magnette on drums, Jay spcial Ddikass). It's cool and went, someone other than me is happily hummed by thousands of attendees. Cute and carefree.
A very different atmosphere, inside, with Yoav . Israeli based in London, he gradually made about him, and we will not complain. This boy has undoubtedly ten fingers and a guitar . We must believe that it is quite unusual. It creates an atmosphere conducive to meditation, escape, printed by lovely oriental rhythms and a great musician. Neglecting
Nicole Willis and Soul Invasitagtors the benefit of the welfare of our legs aching, we perceive a long queue wanting to go into a booth. By looking more closely, I see four girls in Hawaii, sitting together quietly signing pacient everything is subjected to their skilled hands. So I obeyed God and Oscar-yields to the temptation to join them. After a good twenty minutes and a few glasses of cider, we finally arrived at door height, up to the "partygoers" who could find nothing better to do than stand in our way and announce that the time allotted to the session Dedications has expired. Obviously.
Luckily, a nice hostess agrees to bring my ticket to the festival that one of them sign. By far and sympathetic, drummer Denis inquired about my pet name, I'm loud and clear that I am named Coline-COLINE and he meekly entered a quick note on my ticket. These adorable boys did not finish because they spoil me all jovially ask for my goal. This friendly time will be followed by Nada Surf which I really appreciated that loudly and adolescents with drop Always Love and Popular , the rest of the concert being a succession repetitive songs like Californians do not hesitate to produce.
The Cinematic Orchestra on showed him a copy of variety in his songs, sometimes volatile, sometimes powerful. I remembered the sublime Breathe that is not what it is without the bewitching voice of the singer. It is with tears that this concert will let me air incantations.
Arno completely thrown it without regret that I am moving away to go into the center of the first row of the domestic scene, which will soon host the Girls In Hawaii . What a beautiful sight to see them fussing meticulously sensitive to sound settings. The precision and rigor with which they prepare confirm that the perfection of their concerts do not take the chance. The order and choice of songs is similar to the last concert on June 21, starting with This Farm Will End Up In Fire and chorus carrier backbones and feelings hovering followed by Bees & Butterflies out of its torpor. They walk in socks on Oriental carpets dusty installed first. The archaic lights flashing irregularly. Beautiful images pass through the tv sets. The songs follow the magic operates. Antony dedicates terriblissime Bored to Hollywood Porn Stars, colleagues and neighbors of the Collective Yellow Orange. And he is not stupid to raise one side in this song very HPS, brought by the strength of the guitars. A touching Couples On TV served by the charm of the mandolin. Colors and final the delicate moans emitted by Antoine will s'écarquiller the eyes of the assembly. They feel we offer the beautiful, once downcast eyes, being in our room listening to our iPods, and even more beautiful to wake up against them. For Found In The Ground , the impact was smaller than the first times, but this song so much ... repesentative They will finish on
Flavor . And what Flavor! It is a moment of extreme intensity that we offer these girls more rock'n'roll than they let through. This early distant and muffled, then the escalation they formentent voluptuous voice their worst. I was transported. They greet us, a real tear. Lionel and Anthony would not help our grief by singing Plan Your Escape because yes, sometimes they do it, sad songs. We say goodbye for good. I mug and declares triumphantly the setlist a long sigh as he would now go to bed and I dream, but it's out of question Dionysus is in place.
I wonder how I could have done so far for not having given to these great people the attention they deserve ... I've never had so much fun at a concert, for the simple reason that Mathias Malzieu is really funny, he crosses to the public twice the length of a sudden slam, he climbed the scaffolding, he practices the cumulet the Rondat chantelle and more than not ... In short, this guy is inhabited . I should probably have all the sea lion cheering and jumping so hard. Note that we beat the world record for Belgium Ta Gueule Le Chat , we rained fries and mussels and there is an egg-layers among us. Giant Jack unforgettable, but a large part of the public has not had the opportunity to live because it is Mr. Alain Bashung getting ready to go on stage. And saw the world was in this room, desert half an hour in advance would not have been enough. We perceive only the giant screen, there reigns an unbearable heat and many are half-turn, which leads me to believe that I above the market a bad place for the next concert. I
is committing a grave error: Bashung leave after five (beautiful) songs for me to find a place for gold Dandy Warhols . Upon entry, laughter TRIGGERS "then that's what they are now?" . Quite simply, there are only Zia that I recognized. The drummer had an Afro and a beige coat Turkish, singer a bun and a t-shirt washed and guitarist Dylan was attired like a caricature of Sex Pistol. At the outset we were scared. But it was not even comparable to the decadence that was to follow ... Unknown songs, bass that thoracitques shook our cages, lack of guitar on some tracks as Welcome To The Third World , refusal of Courtney singing (he mutters) ... Overtaken by time, obsolete or money, they now have more nothing to do with the ardor of some ten years ago, they are not what they should have been. A Used To Be Friends unrecognizable, a dreadful Bohemian Like You and a soft Get Off have been huge disappointments, I who was a joy to trace in a week this little piece of history than indie 90's by attending a concert dandies and BJM. Exédée, I would leave before the end of the laughable performance.
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The camp is an annual event and expected that we would miss not under any circumstances. Not even for Werchter. For it is not a place populated and actively pleasantly profitable, it is a concept. It's always on the way home that we feel we invite themselves in the nostalgia of ten days cold, wet, muddy, uncomfortable, punctuated by bells, and blue claws. But what significance it might have when we all the rest?