For the fourth year running, ArtRebels present TRAILERPARK FESTIVAL in CPH Skatepark the 30th, 31st july and 1st august 2010.
This year the line up is better than ever and some of my favourite local names have just been booked including Quadron, Eim Ick, Fallulah, Vinnie Who and Tomboy and Fredski.
We have 3 double passes to give away for the whole weekend and all you have to do is write a comment below about the most fucked up festival experience you’ve ever had. Best fucked up stories WINWIN.
I was at this years Sónar in Barcelona, and it was my very first time at this beautiful festival. I knew that everybody would be partying haaaard around me, but this party takes the cake!
It was this rooftop party on top of a big-ass hotel in Barcelona. We came in to the foyer, got out names crossed off the guestlist and went in to a tiny elevator – all six of us. The elevator was going up, and slowly a heavy bass and the sound of a lot of people talking, laughing and partying became more and more clear. The elevator stopped, and for a minute all of us standing in the elevator wondered what we were going to see on the other side of the elevator doors. A second later they went up and the sight of people dancing to happy electronic beats, the pretty surroundings and an amazing view over Barcelona was right in front of us. Whoa!!
After getting some Sangria, we sat down in a sunny spot. From there the party folded itself out in front of us: A man dancing and raving all alone in the pool, three guys who definitely had been too long in the sun with no sunblock had some MDMA, a couple of gayguys helped each other change shorts and a man doing some coke of a key he had in his pocket with a buddy. Just to name a few.
That day I was wearing black vintage shoes with white socks in them – very Michael Jackson, which a guy (who had something-something up his nose just a few minutes earlier) noticed. I had taken the shoes off, so they were standing on the terasse right next to me. All of a sudden this guy puts my socks on his hands, and his hands down my shoes and does crazy MJ-moved with his hands. Very weird, but totally in the essence of, what this party was all about. Later on we partied with some guys from Google, had the giggles after smokin’ a ‘doobie’ and ended up at a japaneese place, with so much food and a waiter saying “No limit, no limit”. Very good, when you have the munchies! Oh my, what a day!
This is not my story. But I will recount the events as they happened to my friend. I’m sure you’ll be soaked in empathy by the end of it and perhaps even feel as if it was you it had happened to.
This was Reading Festival 2003, it was the first night of the festival and my friend, let’s call him Hans, was having a great time especially because he had managed to pick up a very cute girl. They’d been to gigs together all day and by night time they were both merrily drunk, stoned, under the influence of love and what not.
As it goes, under such circumstances, they’d decided to meander back to Hansi’s tent. While walking through a bit of woodland, the girl announced she needed to pee and decided to go behind some of the bushes. However, my good friend Hans did not hear the gentle trickling sound of urination, no instead he heard a “yelp!” followed by a splash. He was about to make his way to attend to his maiden in need, but was warned away by her shouting: “Stay away, go get my friend!” So he did. He fetched the friend and came back, but was subsequently told by the friend to leave as well.
It was not until the next day he discovered the awful truth: She had fallen into a silo full of shit!!! The girl had been taken to the medical facility by her friend who had fished her out of the murky waters in order for her to be scrubbed, disinfected and given medication, to prevent the many diseases you might catch from lying in a pool of human excrement.
You might wonder – whatever happened to good ol’ Hans and his quest for love? They met again, but he could never erase the image of her covered in faeces. She on the other hand, was also deeply traumatised by the whole experience and left the festival in order to go home. When he told me the story I can’t say I could blame him – although some people think shit has a kinky side to it, it wasn’t really his thing.
So a warning to all festival go’ers – watch your step!
awesome with those stories but you can also just write like: the time when someone put acid in my drink an d i could hear the music but not see it. . . not that it ever happened to me.
Vig festival 2001. Hampenberg vs Roben og Knud Concert..
The time when I woke up after a crazy night at skanderborg festival and suddently found out that i was not in my own tent, not wearing any clothing and i was not alone. Thats normal festival behaving, but the thing is… the guy i woke up with was my gay cousins boyfriend and we (my cousin, him and I) was going 7 days to Spain together to days later.. Talk about a fucked up festival experience and a strange trip to spain:-)
Bad trip at Roskilde Festival. I swapped a sugarcube of homemade E for a hit of powerful acid. As the sun was saying its farewells I grew extremely paranoid. Watching all these drunk people in groups made me think that they were controlled. Manipulated to walk in specific paths to concerts of masspsychosis. And all the camp flags. Ouch. The flags were in on it too together with the wind. Changing direction collectively and somehow a part of the grand scheme of brainwash. I tried walking in the opposite directions of the herds – to demonstrate free will and individuality – to no great success. People commented on my solo behaviour with snarling words. Later I found myself in a corner of all the fences. There was a corner within the corner of the fence..and a corner within the corner of the corner of the fence etc. making me completely lost. Wonder how long I have been standing there lost in a corner of a fence. Some guards appear asking if I’m okay, but their faces melt i ugliness. Hideous facial expressions morphing into absolute disgust. At this point I finally realize that this bad trip is out of control. I want to find the police to get arrested. Claiming that the year was incorrect and that I really needed for the police to send a helicopter with a fresh newspaper with the correct date – I managed to end up in a cell. Now arrested I could be sure to not do harm to myself or anybody else. The paranoia would take no end. The harsh writing on the walls of the cell – including swastikas – started bending and morphing like those ugly faces of the guards on the camp site. My cell neighbour couldn’t stop shouting at the police guards. From her words and voice she seemed heavily drugged too. After some shouting to each other she was set free and so was I an eternity later. Into heavy rain and a long walk back to the festival. Completely soaked and for sure looking awful I entered the camp site. The muddy trails where almost afloat but in my mind the mud suddenly turn to shit. Shit everywhere and I was walking in it to find my friend. Some girls asked if they could help me, but I was too afraid to receive. As I reached the camp my friends were there. They handed me some coke to ease everything up. It worked a little but I couldn’t leave the tent until evening where a shitload of alcohol got me going again. Worst experience ever. Take care <3
Me and a friend went to Coachella this year for the first time. The whole festival was crazy and way beyond any other festival I’ve ever been to..
But the most hilarious moment (especially when drunk), where when we saw this guy, trying to put on his flip-flops:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Au_8GMUxVs
/Love from Sweden
DAMN! that is the LOL video of the week!
Few years ago at Roskilde: Apparently that year I didn’t care for either tent, camp or clothes.. What i DID care about, was getting my naked picture in the Roskilde Daily-newspaper, humping with the leadsinger from Red Warzawa in some strangers tent and afterwards telling the good story, in a very describing way, to some TV journalists out interviewing.. When I got back from the festival, my littelsister (age 11) called to tell she and grandmother saw my TV debut.. She was very proud of her TV-star sister….
Another on from Roskilde 2 years ago when I arranged to meet with a guy I had a huge crush on. I was going to meet him saturday for some beers in his camp. Friday evening I had been at Roskilde for 4 days without going to toilet to make the “big” thing you know, so one of my friends gave me some pills to fix that problem. I waited all evening and all saturday, but still NOTHING. Saturday evening I went to meet with “my big love” and of course I drank a lot before so i would have the courage to tell him how I felt about him. We sad down together and I started to tell him but then.. Suddently I´ve got this funny feeling inside and exactly 5 sek after i told him that i was in love with him, I shitted myself. And of course I was wearing short shorts that day so he could see it running down my legs when i stood up and tried to run away… This was on of the most fucked up festival experince ever.. And in case you wonder.. I never heard from him again!
Was at this years primavera sound festival with a good few of my friends. as we couldnt camp we had to stay in a hotel. Never been to barcelona before so finding my way around was proving hard. After one of the gigs i was goin back to the hotel to get my camera and also my friend who had passed out earlier but i was so shit faced i couldnt find my hotel or l remember where it was. so i rambled into this hotel,that i thought might be mine, soon to discover that it wasnt. i was really starting to come up and just had to stand stll for a minute when i heard someone saying “hey girl, you ok, what ya doin ?” so i looked over and it was only chris from yeasayer ! they were so nice and where like “hey come party with us” so i ended up back at this party with them ! so glad i didnt find my hotel that night !
love from ireland