One of these days you will find yourself in a town crowded with people. I don't mean metropolitan areas but a town far, far away from home, where a gathering like that doesn't even happen, when there's goods for free. What I mean? The ordinary but very interesting world of Festivals. They happen throughout the year and leave local people in awe. Whether it is good music or bad taste, people tend to unite in music. (I have to mention there is no possible way for me to listen to hip hop, even if it unites the whole world) A weekend full of bands and you pay a little fortune to be there. No Niagara-like rainfalls or feel-like-roasted-chicken sunburns can keep you away from it. You pick the bands how you like, shower when you want (meaning never) and you meet the most interesting kind of people. Whether they are drunk, sober or simply crazy doesn't matter. It's the music that electrifies you, makes you dance like never before (even if it looks like you can't find the rhythm no matter how sober you are). Festivals are the fun part of the year, where all that matters is listening to bands, watching them have fun on stage and be yourself, no matter how crazy that is. It's not you that really counts... it's the music within you and the one penetrating your tympanic membrane. Like the advertisement says: It's music to (and for) my ears..
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