Between birth and dead
Punk-rock festivals
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, 05-02-12 at 12:57 PM (744 Views)
My throat is still sore from last weekend, my ears are still buzzing. I should have worn earplugs, but the ones they handed out hurt my ears, so I gave up on them after two or three bands.
The Groezrock festival is over. Two days of the best punk-rock bands, two days of drinking too much, sleeping too little, screaming too loud. It's over and all that's left are the cd's I bought, the wristband I'm still wearing and the memories. Great memories at that.
I never thought I'd see some of the bands I saw. I mean, I saw the Refused. Who would have thought they would get back together? They were so amazing, if you ever get the chance to see them, take that chance! Other bands I saw, who I never thought I'd ever see were Good Riddance, Lifetime and the Gorilla Biscuits. Or what about Rancid. Everyone between 15 and 30 grew up with them.
Monday, after seven hours of traveling, I finally arrived in my home-town. My brother took my back-pack and tent, I stepped out of the bus one stop later, met up with my friends who were playing a show and got myself a beer. That's when I realized that I belong to a really cool crowd. We may never fit in with the popular kids, but we enjoy life and are hellbent on having a great time. What's not to love about that?



