primavera sound 2011

Aquesta nit, a les 21:05 @Sputnik_33 presenta: "Barcelona en flor", el documental del @Primavera_Sound

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Televisió de Catalunya ha produït aquest documental amb la col·laboració d’Elsabeth Produccions. És un repàs al festival d'enguany, que fa una mirada des de fora per entendre què és i què significa el Primavera Sound. No només pels fans sinó per la ciutat i la projecció de Barcelona i el país cap a l'extranger.

Ens expliquen Barcelona des de fora, des de la revista nord-americana Pitchfork, i des de dins, per boca del fundador del festival, Alberto Guijarro. Es perssegueixen als grups de fora, i als que són de casa els hi dónen un protagonisme evident. Com per exemple a la nostra estimada Miss Carrussel o els Dúo Cobra que toquen en un pàrquing del centre de la ciutat. Cau la tarda i M Ward canta un rock- and- roll, és diumenge al matí i en un parc suen Inspira i Seward.

A continuació podreu veure el tràiler del documental que es projectarà avui al Canal 33, a les 21:05

I am really bad at writing festival reviews. The english language doesn't make it better.

Primavera Sound 2011, Barcelona

I didn’t write a comment to every gig I saw this weekend. It is chronological, though. This could be the worst review you have ever read. Enjoy.


Sufjan Stevens:
In 2010, I stopped caring about Sufjan Stevens. “The Age of Adz” didn’t bother me but it didn’t satisfy me either. During the show he basically played songs from his latest record and only two old songs. He started with “Seven Swans” which was so impressive that I almost cried. It was spacey and freaky but while my boyfriend just thought Sufjan was crazy I was fascinated by his sincere interest in sounds and beats and though I didn’t really get it I could enjoy it. When he came back on stage to play “Chicago” I’ve cried so hard that I was glad that it was dark in the Auditorium. I was embarassed but honestly moved. I still love you, Sufjan, let’s keep in touch.

The Flaming Lips:
I really wanted to love the Flaming Lips. I remember when I first saw the video to “Do you realize??” on television. I was 13 and I started crying when the elephant fell down (lots of crying in my life). I had a big poster of Wayne Coyne in my room when I was younger. Unfortunately, I’ve never got their music. I really tried.
There were so many tall people in front of me that I wasn’t even able to see the big screens. Wayne Coyne came out in his space ball. There were dancing people, balloons and confetti. We left after 45 minutes.

John Talabot:
I didn’t know I could get so excited at 4am after 100 hours of standing around. I had a lot of fun dancing to his music. Techno is great.


M. Ward:
I was so looking forward to this concert. I still feel like I have to sleep some more nights and rethink it to come to a solution wheter I liked it or not. I didn’t know M. Ward is such an entertainer on stage and I don’t mean that in a good way. For me, it was too much old-men-stadium rock with beer, hand clapping and sunglasses. I liked it when everybody sang along to “Chinese translation”.

Dean Wareham plays Galaxie 500:
Never heard of them but liked the silly band name. I loved the concert and right now I don’t want to listen to anything else.

We came early to get a good spot in one of the first rows. The band was in the middle of their sound check and Lockett Pundt said something bitchy about the few die-hard fans / lazy people sitting on the ground in front of the stage. I didn’t understand it. The concert was great even though some festival idiots had to start a four-person-mosh-pit to slow songs right next to me. I guess the bass player is the nicest person in the world though he hides it pretty well.

They started at around 3:45 am and my feet hurt so much that I had problems concrentrating on the music. It was really, really loud. I felt old and sad. The drummer reminded me of Morrissey. First I thought it was because of the hair, however, later I realized that it was his shirt. It was absolutely all about the drummer which was pretty cool but also not cool enough to keep me focused. A lot of people where pretty into it, though. I thought about drugs alot during Battles. We went early, I liked that the most. 


My festival highlight. It is always great to see someone enjoying being on stage. Merrill Garbus is such an enthusiastic musician. During “Powa” I stared at her boyfriend, the bass player of her band, but I didn’t recognize any notable face expressions. I’d be pretty ashamed if someone sang such an obvious sexsong about obiviously me. I loved the whole setlist and if I had been the type of person who claps and jumps at concerts I would have done it during tUnE-yArDs.

Fleet Foxes:
Sitting on a meadow and listening to “White Winter Hymnal” while the sun sets. I liked that. We left early to see The Album Leaf.

James Blake DJ:
I missed James Blake’s gig because of M. Ward’s but he also played a DJ set. We sat on the stairs near the Pitchfork Stage the whole time. It was extremely boring and that is all I have to say.

Animal Collective:
They were headlining the last day and played a set that consisted almost entirely of new songs which made it boring for most of the 1'000'000 people at the San Miguel Stage. People got excited about “Brothersport” and “Summertime Clothes”. I didn’t see a lot. I wanted to scream “Play something we know” but I’m not that funny. After their concert we left.

In general: Food was bad. I’m extremely potato addicted (a german thing? Vielleicht.) and I tried three different booth serving fries. They were all bad. I didn’t drink any alcohol because I was on medication the whole festival. Coke was fine, spanish people work as slowly as possible and the toilets were almost suitable.

banging pots, pans and boles.

I got home at around 7 am this morning from Primavera. It was great seeing Interpol, Flaming Lips, and Girl Talk. Even so, I was pretty annoyed to hear helicopters whirring overhead when I got into bed. When I woke up at 10, they were still going. 

The mossos and policía have been pushing the acampades out of Plaça Catalunya in order to clean it. The police left at around 13:00, lining up and going into their vans, but the helicopters still lingered. Over 60 people have been injured, and the protestors have gone back to occupying the plaça. It seems pretty pointless to me, to have to force people out just to clean a space that they’re going to occupy again anyway. Not to mention that it probably wasn’t necessary to fire “rubber balls” (boles de goma) and injure five people with them.

There’s also been mention about trying to clean the plaça in the case that there’s a celebration this Saturday after the champions game against Manchester United. I’m curious as to what will happen if Barça wins. Brittany mentioned that the celebration is being moved to Arc de Triomf, but I still wonder what will happen if massive amounts of people are drawn to the ritual of celebrating at the font de canaletes, right next to Plaça Catalunya.

I think the New York Time’s Spain page does a good job describing all of this:

The demonstrators, who called themselves the “indignant” and insisted that they have no party affiliation, wanted a more representative democratic system and were demanding an end to political corruption. Their anger toward established parties has been fueled by the debt crisis and the surge in joblessness, but their grievances also included a call for a cut in military spending, the closing of nuclear power plants and the end of some laws, like recent legislation aimed at punishing digital piracy.

Aaaand here:

Even though these things may not bring about any concrete change, or have a definitive plan/direction, I think it’s cool that people are at least acting out to show that they’re unhappy. People here bang on pots and pans and 9pm, camp out in public areas, and march through the street. And here I am, sitting at my computer, less than 400m away from everything that’s going on. They’ve been camping out for twelve days, and I’ve been being lazy forever.


Concert de Za! al @Primavera_Sound 2011