I just returned from Holland where I spent 99% of my time at the Festival Eurosonic-Noorderslaag, and 1% to sleep in a boat.
I was a pretty big time use "professional", so not really had time to browse right to left.
Arg, there was this cool silk screened posters on exhibition in the gallery to really throw from where I cribs but it has been impossible to make a jump, it is to say.
I spent my time to follow up appointments pro, and I attended a lot of "panels" (a kind of mini-conferences with people pointed to the profession). Full discussion, full of meetings: the guy that programmed the kniting Factory in New York, the boss of Spotify, the officer by Radiohead, the programmer of the festival Lowlands, the turner of Atari Teenage Riot, bla bla bla .. . you see the cream ...
All times were not exceptional, and it is sometimes not too obvious to engage in conversation with a guy who wears a hooded sweatshirt bearing the logo of Oasis, the group, not the drink (unfortunately). In
Top cool stuff:
1 - the old posters on the walls of Vera (I'll make a note of separate blog, with a choice of photos)
2 - Kvelertak, live (always ... Vera). My favorite concert.
These Norwegians should go well soon, given the quality of their music and their good attitude on stage. A kind of mix between Turbonegro, Slayer, Danzig, with one side "modern hardcore and passages like me almost reminds Satyricon ... Go figure! And the more they sing in Norwegian, it is worth points. I hope he will be in Eurovision. They also made me think of the terrible Cumshots times.
3 to 1 bar rock'n'roll enough, the Walrus, where I was cordially welcomed by the local Turbojugend. The dudes at the bar sold € 5 a CD compilation that they released themselves with groups that had played in their bay ... whose Magnetix! Cool. In
Top uncool stuff, the food. Or am I wrong or Sort this out it really was not terrible.
The first night I had dinner before a mushroom pizza and a Minute Maid Orange in a Turkish kebab which seemed arrange to meet you all the local mafia. Not difficult to recognize: they are the only vehicles that drive sports, while the rest of the city riding a bike.
I wanted to do a good balanced vegetarian meal, so I went to a restaurant "Indian" named Taj Mahal. The service was provided by big blonde girls with white teeth that I think hardly had time to admire their existence in the minaret of the venerable palace.
I have no idea of the dish I ordered (menu in Dutch) but I think it was a good Batavian specialty in which the herring were replaced by coconut. For decoration, there were pots with cactus (!) And one or two elephants painted on the walls, and, hey presto, the magic of Rajasthan, the case is in the bag. In fact the trick + the Indian restaurant was in the choice of the typo on the menu.
Otherwise, the beer was cheap, and a coffee shop, you know you can buy a joint already rolled at a price of 2.50 € the unit, or 3 € if you take the max, and they'll give it well protected in a small plastic tube which unscrews at the end, this way you can transport it without much damage. I'm stupid, I should request an invoice for the amount.
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