Did You Sell Me To Wanderlust: Fuji Rock Festival 2012, Japan
Four nights camped at the Naeba Ski Resort with my brother, Jonny and Sarah-Jane. 3 days of music, 2 minutes of rain otherwise disgusting, humid heat. The only festival where you can leave your iPhone plugged in to charge in the middle of a tent in a site with tens of thousands of people and not have to worry about having it stolen, because everyone is so respectful of other people’s property. You could also leave out picnic rugs and chairs with your bags and not have to worry about drunkards urinating on it or throwing it out of the way. Japanese people also love to line up. As the most impatient person in the world, I was in awe. Thank yous must be given to Pocari Sweat for energy and hydration and the beautiful creek near our campsite that Jonny discovered that kept us cool and clean - and prevented us from killing each other.
“Grapefruit is never”, “THIS IS SPIDERMAN, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”, “Dis is what YOU GET”.
Django Django, The Kooks, Beady Eye, The Stone Roses, James Blake, Cloud Nothings, creepy Uncle Ray Ray Davies from The Kinks, The D.O.T., Spiritualized, Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds, genuine anger in missing them play ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’ to go see boring Justice, Japandriods, M. Ward, Jack White and his band of babes, REFUSED (greatest 45 minutes of the festival), 2 hours of Radiohead - including 3 encores - which unfortunately meant completely missing At The Drive-In.
So musically satisfied, so hygienically unsatisfied.