You remember fusion festival from last year, when i played with babel? On the former East German Soviet air base? Well, i came back, only this year as a solo act, The Waitress for the bees.
And, even though wake up was at 2.30am, for the heathrow bus at 3.25am and then going and going until my gig at 18.30 (that's how they say it...fitting ,airbase and all), and beyound to the point where roadie help and good friend support Sue and I are squished into some kind of dance party made to look like a russian grandma (baba?)'s house, everyone was so damn nice that tiredness just didn't make sense.
Like the shuttle driver who drove 3 hours just to pick us up at the airport and bring us to the fest. Just us ,no other artists. Or the hipster kids who bought more CDs and sat/stood in silence and listened, tent full. Sat and listened?! At a festival? And all the free food. Including three different kinds of perogies. We're not in the UK anymore...
But, really, the best, nicest thing, was the lake. There's a bus that runs every half hour that will take you ,in all your festival stinkiness, to a beautiful, warm, ducklingful lake. Swimming and music. Best ever.
Thanks fusion. See you next year...?
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musical festivals near water. key. also, yeah, uk, can you step up your festival game, please? stop being so shout-ey and drunk and sit still and listen? great! do as the germans do! that sounds like the best.
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