opener after Heineke. Heineken Open Air Festival 2009 .
7 venues, 80 shows, around 70,000 fans. In addition, film screenings, exhibitions, theater events, incinerated sausages and diluted, hegemonic beer during the event. Driving
Open'er, guided by the unconcealed excitement suddenly see two teams -
Faith No More Prodigy and
. As I returned to Warsaw later I noticed that during the second day of the event and his performance was
Maria Peszek . The predecessor of fatty
Gossip , which also tolerowałbym listen live - while being full of energy. As if that slim
fucked differently from the scene would epitaph worse than medieval horror attack dressed in tights bodied
malaria. mid day I decided to play safe and ultimately ended up with the weary traveling companions on the beach.
Being the first time at this event, I did not know what they can expect. Is the crowd roznegliżowanego punani, desperately rozglądającego as a representative of a vanished species samczego? Do woodstokowych suckers, with very sophisticated fetish to wallow in the mud?
When I heard the first mention of
galoshes, several hectares of field, even mandatory ulewach during concert megawatowych and swamps - the image running in my direction a little face clouded neat mare.
As I arrived at the entrance gates of the festival, saw the queue for the cattle car. This ride had a pickle here with the crowd rozhisteryzowanym 3 km into
SECOND entrance gate - this time to the festival field.
I took a comfortable and relatively secure a seat at the very end, having before my eyes constantly drilling in the seats of young
heinekenowiczów . Suddenly, in front of the bus was over loud wailing and lamentation. There is no space for Pawelek. Fuck knows
kim był Pawełek - najważniejsze dla spalonego w trzy dupy autokaru było to, że zabrakło dla PAWEŁKA miejsca !
Bus zaczął czatować imię nieszczęśnika.
"-PAWEEEŁ, PAWEEEEEŁ, PAWEEEEEEEEŁ ! "
Ani na kierowcy, który był na gorszym kacu niż ja, ani na jego młodym pomagierze,w postaci łysego łba z firmy ochroniarskiej, który główny idol krzyczał "-ROOOOOAR!" wystrzeliwując 5124949291213100 naboi na minutę w stronę pojedynczego trzymającego niedużą łopatę i nie wiadomo z jakich przyczyn muszelkę do układania w piaskownicy wietnamskiego wieśniaka (John jebany Rambo for those who did not understand the allusion), it did not effect the expected
.
with a slight frown coach started, just to wait for the explosion
cheers and joy at the sight of the main entrance to the largest musical event in Poland.
Frankly I was surprised this calculation 3 km, but more on that another time.
After a while, we left the bus and stood near the gates.
colleague took out a bottle and as the young Polish proletariat of the Fourth Republic, we embrace it, each trying not to let too much quantities of phlegm back into the bottle.
love to share moments with loved ones - it's so ...
kodaku moment. setting remnants of vodka next to the trash and soczku (in the end, the phlegm in the bottom left effectively took away any appetite for further fortified with), we went into
macanko Lords of protection.
front of me was short man, who, along with the procedure started searching, groping, obściskiwania him by the staff employed for this - he sounds seem
excitement and approval. Simply concerned about the security guard was quickly missed. U
me did not make any inconsistent with the policy and also Open'er slipped through the gate.
One of the most
spierdolonych rules points of the festival goes for digital cameras. Well, any camera above
3 megapixel are not allowed in the festival without doing the necessary accreditation. This also applies to cameras.
What I took from another camera?
friend aptly called it
telescope.
girls, having a digital monkeys three times higher than the regular matrix size limit - and hid it on your pants.
It seems to me that I had quite a wrinkle to skillfully camouflage weighing more than 4 pounds with a light digital SLR Telephoto Zoom in pants.
did not think even a 5-megapixel hidden in a mobile phone! But the day when I was like this stupid
DICK , the cell above the head and was shooting video or photos do the concert stage, as God is my witness - will be the day when I lose the last layer of esteem and respect for oneself. After bypassing the
more colorful and dirty form located on the ground and not only arrived at the scene of the disabled, in addition to main stage'u. We agreed with friends that this will be our main point of collection. My first reaction, it was a sarcastic snort - what we might think adult men, each in addition to your mobile phone, some with integrated a GPS. In the end, the idea was not stupid. In the middle of the event, my phone
died of exhaustion, and I possessed the only key to the okupywanego our locale.
About 22:00, the crowd greeted uproariously falling on stage, together again, united artists, the band Faith No More
.
I was very pleasantly surprised by the warm greeting and the volume of Polish base'u fan of this band. Shortly after their departure, he napierdalać rain.
I dick. 
how a concert sponsored by Mike Patton, was ob-l-e-gout.
Awesome, avant-garde, niekurwabywale charismatic singer. A true artist, an excellent showman.
Besides the possibility of vocal Patton, he has an unparalleled ability to pickup or to their complete swept away the crowd with legs. Starting with a warm and a bit eclectic, whispering, after the outbreak of animal aggressive, chilling roar.
After bringing in the heavens singing Mike's fan base as well as the words "Easy, the rain decided to fuck with the scene.
Patton at some point it went against the crowd, earnestly asking that someone sang the refrain of the song "Evidence", except that in Polish. No chance - everyone gasped strongly microphone and awkwardly to him
charczał in the original. After three or four attempts, Mike resigned, returned to the stage, thanked, however, expressed surprised that nobody in the fucking Open'erze pa gawarit not Polish.
The band played all their greatest hits, I have not heard around me complaining that something did not play on what counted. After two bisach, they were forced to give way to the scene Australian drum n bass - Pendulum
. Such
itself.
the great gigantokurwatyczny plus service deserves the festival. Young, cool, smiling people poured to indicate the, helped, serve the hungry, wanting and exhausted players with impeccable grace.
Settlement physiological needs - That's another pair of boots zjebanych. A few dozen
toy-toy'i was not able to meet the 70 thousand swollen bladders causing a big problem with urinating.
got to the point that people at random gap - a tent, under the table, next to video screens, the poor disabled toilet, a toyttoy'e, the toy-toy'ach, next to the toy-toy'i, the toy-toy'ach. Rare
In toy-toy'ach. Crop
not write about cases like someone threw diarrhea in the ass.
Food - without reservation. Hardly what I ate during the event, because the magnitude of queues and the amount of fat people in them overwhelm me plaskaczem bezapetytu.
the Heineke Heineken? As usual - diluted, but
few who care. It was the third day of Heineken Open'er 2009.
It was quite a pussy.
-V,
