All Tomorrow's Parties was FUCKING GREAT.
F-U-C-K-I-N-G G-R-E-A-T.
Peaches, John Frusciante, Jayne County, The Zombies, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Ted Curzon, Suicide, DJ Ellen Allien, PJ Harvey, Autolux, Lydia Lunch, James Chance & The Contortions, Sean Lennon & Vincent Gallo, Yoko Ono..
As well as newbies like The Tints and (the very talented and gorgeous) Nikolai Haas.
I had a great weekend (until the end of the final night, but that's a load of shit that I won't get into). Frisbee, ancient trains, writing obscenities in the sand, playing in the adventure playground at 2am, blasting blasting blasting music, air hockey, gambling, Grolsh (lots of), hash (less of), sunshine/rain, getting off the bus at the wrong stop, enticing cows, soggy sheep, learning to swear in Swedish, muscles/sex/cannibalism/whoring/Munchkins on the TV, 30-a-side football matches at 4:30am, all night DJs, weak showerheads, lost chalet keys, wandering celebrities, bar chatting, mattresses on the lawn, wasted German hippies, handstands, running around, hugs, bad trips off mushroom tea, sweat, "no flash photography!", impossible-to-win non-Eeyore-capturing money-sucking vending machines, cheap tiaras, giftshop, flinging stones into the sea, there's just no catching (or killing, or eating) a seagull with your bare hands...
Prince Vince for King!
F-U-C-K-I-N-G G-R-E-A-T.
Peaches, John Frusciante, Jayne County, The Zombies, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, Ted Curzon, Suicide, DJ Ellen Allien, PJ Harvey, Autolux, Lydia Lunch, James Chance & The Contortions, Sean Lennon & Vincent Gallo, Yoko Ono..
As well as newbies like The Tints and (the very talented and gorgeous) Nikolai Haas.
I had a great weekend (until the end of the final night, but that's a load of shit that I won't get into). Frisbee, ancient trains, writing obscenities in the sand, playing in the adventure playground at 2am, blasting blasting blasting music, air hockey, gambling, Grolsh (lots of), hash (less of), sunshine/rain, getting off the bus at the wrong stop, enticing cows, soggy sheep, learning to swear in Swedish, muscles/sex/cannibalism/whoring/Munchkins on the TV, 30-a-side football matches at 4:30am, all night DJs, weak showerheads, lost chalet keys, wandering celebrities, bar chatting, mattresses on the lawn, wasted German hippies, handstands, running around, hugs, bad trips off mushroom tea, sweat, "no flash photography!", impossible-to-win non-Eeyore-capturing money-sucking vending machines, cheap tiaras, giftshop, flinging stones into the sea, there's just no catching (or killing, or eating) a seagull with your bare hands...
Prince Vince for King!
Good and bad night last night.
NIN and The Dresden Dolls = Good.
Stink and aftermath = Bad.
NIN and The Dresden Dolls = Good.
Stink and aftermath = Bad.
My year of sobriety and clean-living is (so far, 21 days in) squeaky clean and mind-numbingly sober. 
My GAWD... I'm such a good girl. I think I should be punished..
My GAWD... I'm such a good girl. I think I should be punished..
