In about a month on a stunningly sunny day, mark my bloody words, I will park my butt in a field in front of a massive Pyramid...this Pyramid in fact, but with fewer farm animals, less snow and only sun.
There I will watch one of my favorite Touareg rock bands.
This is really just an intro to the Eagles of Death Metal (who I actually didn't know), but it would really fuck with your brain to go from Tinariwen to Spinal Tap!!!
I am not making this up (see here)...and Spinal Tap can only be followed by something like Dizzee?!?!!
Now, just when you think it is over, the organizers go all "Woodstock" on us and resurrect Crosby, Stills and Nash.
Just when I am too overwhelmed, imagining my mother-in-law seeing CSN at Woodstock 1969, I have to duck out of Kasabian to make it to see the finale from Senegal...
Then realizing that was just the pre-finale and running at a full sprint, I dash back over to the Pyramid thingy to catch the last songs of Franz Ferdinand!
And that is just my schedule on the second day...
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