Way Out West post mortem
The time had come to visit the overpriced frenzy of Way Out West. It turned out to be just as I thought it would be. It’s quite comfy to visit a festival at the heart of your home town. At any time you can walk home to your own bed instead of crawling across the mud into a ravaged tent. This fact unfortunately also turns the festival into a very calm and somewhat boring place. Even though the park is sealed off, I wonder how the park’s natural residents feel about all this, including the flamingos, fur seals (no pun intended) and more.
A strange thing was that even though the Way Out West area is much smaller than the Arvika compound, I ran into fewer familiar faces at Way Out West compared to Arvika where I bumped into them all the time. Maybe it was due to the fact that Way Out West had sold 24000 tickets and Arvika only 18000, so it was quite a lot of people. I however missed a lot of festival friends, including my favorite confectioner and her beer-crazy pig.
Oh, I saw a bunch of bands as well. It was fun to finally see Nick Cave live, even though it was his new project Grinderman. Sigur Ros made a beautiful but predictable concert. Franz Ferdinand, Sonic Youth and Lykke Li were fun as well.
The funniest concert was held by The Flaming Lips, who brought a bunch of teletubbies on stage and the singer crowd-surfed inside a giant ball. And some old fart called Neil Young played a few tunes as well. :)
Finally the skies opened during the last concert of Broder Daniel, lamenting the loss of their friend and guitarist Anders Göthberg, as well as hiding the tears and running mascara of the very young crowd up front. The concert ended with Henrik Berggren performing No Time For Us alone on stage, with the final words “Farewell, my children”. Farewell, indeed.