Roskilde 2007

100 mm of rain in 35 hours – that is a lot. How do I know? Because I was sleeping in a tent, on a giant field, together with 100.000 other people while it happened.

This was my fifth festival, my fifth time being in a whole different world for a week, my fifth time on the Roskilde Festival.

While it is on, Roskilde Festival is the 5^th largest town in Denmark and the average age is 24 and thousands of beers are being drunk and more than 4, 7 million sms’s are being sent.

This year I had three nice camps that I could go and chill in, the UWC camp were their were 42 people from more than 10 countries, the “death” camp were my childhood friend, Martin, was punishing the liver daily and then the last camp were I stayed with a bunch of finno-swedes and some Norwegians (that left on Friday morning due to the horrible weather).

I was sleeping the whole week a my newly purchased tent with Malou, the tent was our saving doing most of the rainy days, because it was possible to sit inside and listen to the rain and get really wasted in vodka/juice, red wine/coke or just beers (the practical thing was that it was built in a way and size that made it possible to do what you have to do after been drinking a crate of beers…….)

What I like about Roskilde is this great “pathos” feeling, everyone seems somehow to be in love all the time and with everybody and it seemed like the extreme rain this year just boned people together even better. It was wonderful for me to walk around in the mud with my lightsword and “mini trumpet” and play the Star Wars theme and sometimes just stopping up at random girls (or boys) and then tell them: “When I look into your eyes your are the most beautiful girl I have seen on this whole festival” and then just continue walking again, leaving behind the person with a big smile on their lips; or even better when I asked people to wish a song and then played Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” no matter the music request. To see a person smile when they have been walking in mud until their knees and have no dry clothes left is an amazing feeling.

I love Roskilde because impressions becomes expressions very easily, it seems to me that everyone just “is” on Roskide, there is no right or wrong (apart from hard drugs and violence). My beer is your beer. Mi casa/tent es su casa/tent”. I love how no one finds it weird that every year there is a “Naked Run” where 20 girls or boys run naked in the mud, I love how people donate their refund to NGO’s. I love how girls decides to mud wrestle and guys decides to cry over a fantastic movie.

I love how I can be totally wasted to the movie 300, scream “THIS IS SPARTA, PUSH, PUSH, PUSH” in the cinema, just to pass out, fumble out of the cinema, and then fall in the mud, be pissed off and wet for 5 min., later to wake up in my tent wanting a new beer. I love to go and discover new bands, to see Björk and how the rains falls in accordance with her music, I love to get disappointed over Red Hot Chili Peppers and experience the old band The Who play like they did on Woodstock ’69. I love to wake up in the morning, participate in a “shot competition” just to drink 10 shots and win – and that was my breakfast that day.

It is only on Roskilde that a giant crowd that pressure can be a giant group of friends with plessure.

I love the feeling of one person controlling a whole crowd and at the same time get scared that a person says clap or jump and 80.000 people follow the command (even myself).

I love my Wellingtons and how they saved my feet when mud turned into lakes. I love to feel like Jesus and turn wine into water….

It is a fantastic feeling to be one big organism that is going to one big party that lasts for 8 days. Four days of warm-up, four days of Music.

I think it is fantastic that for one week the police walk by the sweet smell of marijuana.

I think it is fantastic how many people that say “see you next year”, even after the wettest Roskilde ever in history.

Therefore I am proud to write here today, I SURVIVED ROSKILDE 2007.