Holy shit. This weekend. It’s the best time I’ve had in my life so far.
Me and JT went to Langaholt in Snæfellsnes to a music festival called Durgur. For playing there we were offered a room to stay in, food and booze. It was perfect.
We got really drunk on Friday. I talked to some cute boys, which was pretty fucking awesome. One of them was a drummer, and watching him play was just a blast. I stayed up till just past 4AM, and the jamming was still going.
I kept wondering whether the cute drummer would be there on Saturday night as well. I wanted him to hear our stuff. But I met him outside smoking on Saturday morning, and he had to be somewhere else. I thanked him for the evening when he left with his band.
Saturday afternoon me and JT took a long-ish walk along the beach. It was awesome. After that we had a sound check. Then we ate some reindeer meat, and then just hung out until the night’s entertainment started. Two troubadours and a men’s choir came before us. I wasn’t really feeling it.
We stepped on stage, and played our set. The audience pretty much went crazy! I had such a fucking blast. The guy who manages the festival looked stunned after we played. He had barely said a word to me since we arrived, and after our set he ran towards me smiling and gave me a hug. Then the house band started playing.
I went out for a cigarette, and people kept coming to me and expressing what they felt about our music. One guy from the choir said that hard ass sailors were crying in the room. Many people were amazed. It was so cool.
One guy was pretty.. I don’t know. Odd? I’d met him the night before, and sort of noticed him looking at me every now and then. At one point on Friday I was sitting and watching the band play and he came up to me and started rubbing my shoulders. After me and JT played, this guy kept talking about how cool it was to see a “beautiful woman” play the bass like that.
I was encouraged to grab the bass again and jam with the house band. Which I did. I asked if someone could bring me a beer, and the odd guy came running with a beer and a glass for me. And then we started playing. We tried doing Fever, but the woman singing didn’t know the lyrics, and couldn’t find them in her folder.
Someone yelled “SUMMERTIME” and so we went there. I have never EVER enjoyed playing a solo so much. I went into some sort of trance and just played whatever and it was so fucking awesome! And the cheering after the song ended.. Oh boy. I didn’t know I could enjoy being in the spotlight so much.
We played some more songs and the singer frequently stopped singing and then signaled to me that I should do a solo. So this was kind of a night of a thousand double bass solos?
The music stopped when the blood filled blister on my right index finger burst. It was 3am and everyone seemed to be with their heads in the clouds. People came to me and hugged me and complimented my bass playing and I don’t know.. I felt really humbled by all of the compliments.
We went to our room and talked and laughed A LOT before we went to sleep.
Sunday morning I put on my smelly ass clothes (I didn’t bring a change of clothes, I didn’t know I was going to sweat so much and have so much fun) and went where the food was. The festival manager gave me and JT some CDs, asked for our phone numbers and after we’d hugged pretty much everyone, we headed back home.
Both of us were so absolutely blissful, that we were silent the whole drive home. Nothing needed to be said.
TL;DR - Me and JT rocked the house at Langaholt on Saturday night, and I was drunk doing loooads of double bass solos and people fucking LOVED IT. And I LOVED IT!!