Personne n'a capté notre revival sous forme de webzine. Ok l'année dernière on avait fait fort: trois nuits blanches, des litres de café et de bière (oui oui en alternance). Cette année on n'avait ni le temps ni les moyens de refaire le périple du numéro par jour de festival- dont les articles, si vous vous en souvenez bien, étaient écris au jour le jour! Donc voilà il va falloir vous y habituer les cocos.
Trêve de plaisanterie, parlons du festival. Pour faire bref, tout se passe pour le mieux dans le petit monde du parc expo. Les Trans ont une fois encore réussit à nous transporter in a musical paradise that nobody wants to go out. that's the nostalgic passage of the article. And yes we are already the third day of the festival and it makes me sad. Doing a festival I mean as a festival-is perhaps one of the hardest things we have to do on earth. We must immerse themselves very quickly in a strange world where it is normal to enter marks in the toilet, which make up an after 14h is Benin, where and cans with groups is the most natural thing in the world. So yes frankly after all these things and many others-for two days, there was none, but then no desire to take the train to Paris. Paris becomes null and boring. Reindeer find his image as we love rock'n'roll. All this talk to say that doing a festival is something emotionally destructive. It should be siphoned off, or completely masochistic to embark on an adventure so short and intense to finish on a Sunday afternoon in bed with a bowl of cereal and slippers on his feet. I know, a festival is primarily a time of relaxation and bursts. But I wanted to remind everyone that the fart like "yeah the festi likeable, well not enough to make a cheese either." or worse "oula already this time, I'm going back to the hotel me eh, plus it's cold here "should not forget to say" thank you ".
Trêve de plaisanterie, parlons du festival. Pour faire bref, tout se passe pour le mieux dans le petit monde du parc expo. Les Trans ont une fois encore réussit à nous transporter in a musical paradise that nobody wants to go out. that's the nostalgic passage of the article. And yes we are already the third day of the festival and it makes me sad. Doing a festival I mean as a festival-is perhaps one of the hardest things we have to do on earth. We must immerse themselves very quickly in a strange world where it is normal to enter marks in the toilet, which make up an after 14h is Benin, where and cans with groups is the most natural thing in the world. So yes frankly after all these things and many others-for two days, there was none, but then no desire to take the train to Paris. Paris becomes null and boring. Reindeer find his image as we love rock'n'roll. All this talk to say that doing a festival is something emotionally destructive. It should be siphoned off, or completely masochistic to embark on an adventure so short and intense to finish on a Sunday afternoon in bed with a bowl of cereal and slippers on his feet. I know, a festival is primarily a time of relaxation and bursts. But I wanted to remind everyone that the fart like "yeah the festi likeable, well not enough to make a cheese either." or worse "oula already this time, I'm going back to the hotel me eh, plus it's cold here "should not forget to say" thank you ".
by RollK!
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