Et ouais, je suis partie à la Route du Rock finalement.
Three days of good music, and less good weather
The first day was a bit cold but fine, we could fully enjoy the concerts: from the early and for me unknown Yann Tiersen to an awesome Caribou performing at 2.50 at night.
The second day started with a holy damned storm. Rain and rain and rain for about 10 hours. I was in a really punk-squat-festival mood and my equipment was really poor. So i spent the day walking around Saint Malo and waiting for the shuttle bus to the concert area under the rain, completely wet with 13 degrees...gneee...no, it was not fun at all.
A cause of this shitty bus service we also missed much of the Foals concert. I was a bit skeptic, I don't know the new album that much, and a part Spanish Sahara I wasn't impressed. But the performance was pretty good and it makes listen better the album.
You could imagine the condition of the site after all that water falling down the sky, I was so pissed off and tired that I was on the point to go to the camping to take out the wet clothes, but I wanted to see Two Doors Cinema Club so bad that i finally decided to stay. I don't regret my choice because the performance cheered me up completely after that shitty day.
I missed We Have Band at 2.30 but, well, let's say...i know what I missed.
Finally the last day.
In the morning rain again, so we went to Saint Malo, to have a good lunch, and seesighting a bit.
This time we went by car so we didn't have to deal with the **** shuttle bus.
Nice afternoon with some brandnew French friends.
Night with The National, maybe not the most suitable group for a festival, but good execution and interpretation. Love the melancholic tone of the often criticized voice of the singer. A fantasmagoric, rather softporn, show from the Flaming Lips (more show than concert maybe)
to end with an easy dancing The Rapture. I really appreciated their last number, that I found out it is called Olio and i propose here below, even if live it was much more effective.
E.
Three days of good music, and less good weather
The first day was a bit cold but fine, we could fully enjoy the concerts: from the early and for me unknown Yann Tiersen to an awesome Caribou performing at 2.50 at night.
The second day started with a holy damned storm. Rain and rain and rain for about 10 hours. I was in a really punk-squat-festival mood and my equipment was really poor. So i spent the day walking around Saint Malo and waiting for the shuttle bus to the concert area under the rain, completely wet with 13 degrees...gneee...no, it was not fun at all.
A cause of this shitty bus service we also missed much of the Foals concert. I was a bit skeptic, I don't know the new album that much, and a part Spanish Sahara I wasn't impressed. But the performance was pretty good and it makes listen better the album.
You could imagine the condition of the site after all that water falling down the sky, I was so pissed off and tired that I was on the point to go to the camping to take out the wet clothes, but I wanted to see Two Doors Cinema Club so bad that i finally decided to stay. I don't regret my choice because the performance cheered me up completely after that shitty day.
I missed We Have Band at 2.30 but, well, let's say...i know what I missed.
Finally the last day.
In the morning rain again, so we went to Saint Malo, to have a good lunch, and seesighting a bit.
This time we went by car so we didn't have to deal with the **** shuttle bus.
Nice afternoon with some brandnew French friends.
Night with The National, maybe not the most suitable group for a festival, but good execution and interpretation. Love the melancholic tone of the often criticized voice of the singer. A fantasmagoric, rather softporn, show from the Flaming Lips (more show than concert maybe)
to end with an easy dancing The Rapture. I really appreciated their last number, that I found out it is called Olio and i propose here below, even if live it was much more effective.
E.
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