TiPi Fest Passau - June 12th 2009
After about a half hour drive, we arrived in a field in the middle-of-nowhere. I had not really anticipated the hike down a mountain to the site of the gathering, but I didn’t die, so that was a bonus. The weather was very hot and, being in a clearing in the woods kept the wind down. Someone came round and splashed sun cream on us and we proceeded to drink beer, eat various meat products in an assortment of bread rolls. I obviously looked as though I was starving as people kept presenting me with steak sandwiches, sausages, and an assortment of bread-based products. Oh, and we drank beer.
The organisation was fantastic, very professional, and not at all what I had expected. There was a proper stage, PA, food and drink tents, even a place to pee. I was seriously impressed. I’ve been to festivals and paid lots of hard-earned for a lot less. Then we drank some beer.
The music was really good and, once again, far exceeded my expectations. As I sat there stuffing my face, drinking beer, enjoying the music, I reflected that the free music festivals in the mid ‘60s must have been something like this, though obviously they probably had more nudity, casual sex, and righteous weed. Still, you can’t have everything. So, I had a beer.
I met more of Marcus’ friends, including Alex, the amazing Ralf the drummer, Franz the artist, Thomas and Regina (again) and so many others whose names I cannot remember, on account of the beer. They were all very friendly and welcomed me warmly into their midst, making me feel very much part of the goings-on. Whilst most of them spoke excellent English, I did converse much of the time in German. Of course, when they started rabbitting in Bayerisch, I had no chance; this is like trying to follow Geordie-speak on a Friday night in Newcastle.
Still, I had a wonderful time and really enjoyed myself. Coming the weekend after Sweden Rock, it was a really nice contrast. In fact, it couldn’t have been more of A contrast if it had all been in black and white. Nevertheless, it was a fantastic weekend.
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The organisation was fantastic, very professional, and not at all what I had expected. There was a proper stage, PA, food and drink tents, even a place to pee. I was seriously impressed. I’ve been to festivals and paid lots of hard-earned for a lot less. Then we drank some beer.
The music was really good and, once again, far exceeded my expectations. As I sat there stuffing my face, drinking beer, enjoying the music, I reflected that the free music festivals in the mid ‘60s must have been something like this, though obviously they probably had more nudity, casual sex, and righteous weed. Still, you can’t have everything. So, I had a beer.
I met more of Marcus’ friends, including Alex, the amazing Ralf the drummer, Franz the artist, Thomas and Regina (again) and so many others whose names I cannot remember, on account of the beer. They were all very friendly and welcomed me warmly into their midst, making me feel very much part of the goings-on. Whilst most of them spoke excellent English, I did converse much of the time in German. Of course, when they started rabbitting in Bayerisch, I had no chance; this is like trying to follow Geordie-speak on a Friday night in Newcastle.
Still, I had a wonderful time and really enjoyed myself. Coming the weekend after Sweden Rock, it was a really nice contrast. In fact, it couldn’t have been more of A contrast if it had all been in black and white. Nevertheless, it was a fantastic weekend.
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