Jun 08, 2017
Barcelona is apparently a pretty crowded place to begin with (especially if you're living in tourism-heavy areas). I have no doubt that last week, in the midst of Primavera Sound, the streets must have felt exceptionally full. For someone who struggles to sit still for prolonged periods of time (ranging from 1-3 minutes), the city being so full was a heavy burden to bear. Before entering the gates of what was to be my first festival of this scale, I will admit, I was rather grumpy.
Absurd! Who goes to Barcelona and has average time?! Well, me. Almost inconsolable, I aimlessly wandered into the festival grounds amongst a swath of chipper attendees. Apparently, the word on Twitter was that Arcade Fire were to play a surprise set, but who still uses Twitter?
This isn't one of those blog posts that draws out the whole festival from my eyes. I eventually bumped into friends who dragged me to watch Arcade Fire, I loved it, and from there on I partied until at least 8 am every morning for the next three nights.
Mac Demarco took his clothes off and used a lighter to singe of most of the hair on his body, including his armpits. Jamie xx dropped some Frank Ocean mash-ups. HAIM rocked up and did everything pretty flawlessly. Seu Jorge covered Bowie in Portugese. And I, Grumpy McGrumpy Pants had a perfectly imperfect weekend (I tried Googling "antonyms of flawless," but nothing really fit).
Thank you Primavera Sound. Thank you Xanax.
Also, some shots from the festival from Josh Mellin, below!
