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Rating: I remember almost nothing.
I was already more than satisfied with the investment made, after the performance of the '65 Days Of Static', a band unknown to me but worth the 15 euros of the entrance fee alone.
Then 5 elves from Scotland took the stage. After just over an hour, I was sitting on the grass, my travel companion looks at me but doesn't see me, there is emptiness in his gaze. Like in mine.
He asks me to tell him something, but what can you say. Lucid yet unconscious. From there to sleep, nothing will matter anymore.
As if abducted by aliens to experience something that transcends every emotion, every mood, and every thought, I closed my eyes and my head started to nod. Dazed by a deluge of sound rain, confused among a few hundred chosen ones. A shiver explodes through every pore of my skin, digging into my veins and bones, pounding and overturning my soul. Then it slowly expands, floods me, becoming a total absence of weight, of time, and of dimension.
The Mogwai act as a fertilizer for perception, pushing the lever to the maximum. Memories and omens of the future emerge. And then again a combination of opposing sensations, anxiety and tranquility, love for life and the idea of its transience. I feel at the center of all this, at the same time blessed by fortune to be there. An emotional, exhausting, alienating journey.
The quintessence of music, in its ability to bring us back to our most human dimension and, for those who believe, to the divine one. An enlightening experience. I wish it upon everyone.
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