Sziget Photo Diary. Day Minus One.

Sziget Minus One. Yush.

                                        
                                                          Friday, 21:30, Main Stage

      They were the first headliner to be announced, which was as unfortunate as it was amazing as, of course, there were very few ways of surpassing the excitement level of Blur. Well, I can think of one or two, but that is sort of not so relevant right now, because after Pulp and the Stone Roses, I get to see Blur. Yes, Blur. YES. Going out to feed some pigeons in my frenzy. Or something.

Sziget Minus Two

                                        
                                            
                                                   Saturday, 21:40, A38 Stage

   Last time we saw them on Sziget it started raining out of a clear sky. It's kind of likely that won't happen this time around, or even if it does, we won't be bothered inside the tent. The Mika fans (uhm, are there any Mikas fans, really?!) will get soaked though, which would be fun, and in the meantime we'll just levitate!

Sziget Minus Three

Friday, 19:50,  A38 Stage

She might be a little unfortunate to go (almost) head to head with Blur- who are on roughly half an hour later on the Main Stage, but if one counts the transfer time, there's not much of Little Boots to see if you're in for Blur. Given that she's also, excuse the cheap pun, Little Known in the more easternly spheres of our continent, this would be interesting to see, if I were not one of those dinosaurs who grew up on the "Britwars" of the 90s. If you don't know what those are, head straight to Little Boots and ask no questions. You'll find a lovely electro party, which we might quickly sample as well before heading to the oh-so-loathed Sziget stage transfer. (Actually, most people kind of revel in it, but since you're basically spending a carefree week in a parallel universe you MUST find something to bitch and moan about every now and then.)

Pocket Trippin': Belgrade

Morning coffee on Knez Mihailova

And I will shit on everything you love

The Chessmaster

And not a single fuck was given that day

Franz Kafka visiting Belgrade

Sziget Minus Four

                                                          Saturday, 16:00, Main Stage        

     Just how angry can one get on a Saturday at 4 PM? Well, judging by the above, the boys can get pretty angry at any given time. Though I somehow imagined them in a tent (they played A38 last time they were here) around midnight, this might just be the twist to make this concert a 4 PM to remember.

Budapest not Bucureşti...or...

From the eternally fascinating series: Stuff one finds on the Körút

Sziget Minus Seven

                                                           Friday,  23:30, A38 Stage

Sziget always had a great love for all things French, from macarons to, erm, mudcakes. It sometimes seems that the main reason why most French people choose Sziget is to be able to carelessly run around, scantily dressed, covered in thick layers of mud from head to toe. Then scare the bejesus out of more formal minded Sziget dwellers with LE HUGS. That night when I almost rolled off a muddy hill swept away by an incessant stream of French Yann Tiersen fans sliding down in elation will forever be etched in my mind as le absolute Ziget horreur. Mind you, even during the dustiest Szigets there is a mud pool in the French area. (A Ziget miracle?!) This being said, I should expect Woodkid fans to be slighlty more on the sophisticated side, just like Monsieur Woodkid himself. For God’s sake, the man inspired a Dior collection. Is there still le hope in zis world? We shall see.