It began on Thursday night. In my mind there was a thought echoing back constantly: "this is probably the best bcn weekend" and Lluís was right. I had a very important meeting on Friday morning but we got the energy and vibrations at Andy's place, so we took the motorbikes and we went to razz, it was just a perfect night: Holden down the club and the bitxos down the stage, we could touch it with our own hands which were always pointing out the same direction. That was when we realized that "the weekend" has just began.
What next? Sónar on Friday night with Madness doing a very astonishing opening: Am I hearing ska? Really? Is it ska? yeahhh!! hep hep hep That was the opening, and so the best thing hadn't already come, probably at the end of the night or at the beginning of next day, It's so confusing xD Mr Hawtine started his own recital And he was rising the sun for us, it sounded amazing, it also seemed, it was. Then the sun rose and the bitxo's team came back to hibernate, anything could happen ;D
What next? Sónar on Friday night with Madness doing a very astonishing opening: Am I hearing ska? Really? Is it ska? yeahhh!! hep hep hep That was the opening, and so the best thing hadn't already come, probably at the end of the night or at the beginning of next day, It's so confusing xD Mr Hawtine started his own recital And he was rising the sun for us, it sounded amazing, it also seemed, it was. Then the sun rose and the bitxo's team came back to hibernate, anything could happen ;D
Discover Madness!
Colette's laters party, I love that terrace, it's like to be in a Toscana small village, a good drink, tasty food and pleasant company. That was Saturday. Then the most relaxed day was Sunday: beach, football on tv and we were in bed early...
After this whole lot of this warm-up, the great day, Sant Joan was coming. A very a tasty paella at home with Neil, Andy, Dulce, Josie, Lluís, Whitney, so on. We were ready for the night: beer, wine, champagne, jameson and some rum at La Mar Bella, we chose the appropriate location close the xiringuito ;) Lluís, Medin and me were trying to dance and not to fall down from the top of some rubbish bins just in front of Dj's stage. We're always on the crest of the wave!
"Oh benvinguts, passeu passeu
que a les tristors en farem fum
el temps no compta ni l'espai,
qualsevol nit pot sortir el sol"
Now, try to "facebook" all of these things xDD
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