Ow lordy, I'm stuck at the sea side...
ow please save me nowwwww

Friday 02/07 Werchter

I woke up really early. Hmmm, the noise of drunk dutchmen (Ow like Austin Powers dad I don't like the DUTCH), and I noticed that I had a roomie who became very moodie if she didn't get too much sleep. (yes 10 hours is too much). Anyhow after enjoying a breakfast containing soda and cigarettes. I made my way back to the festival.


Waiting for modest mouse ... What is that I hear the Lostprohets play Reptilia (A strokes song) so Randy Warhol made his way through the crowd and the rain just arriving a wee bit too late. But it stopped raining.

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

I don't like the main stage. It is always too crowdy, too much people talking during songs, but never enough people who came for the band. The person who was assigned with the planing of the bands has to be some one who doesn't know the BRMC coz 1) they never smile 2) said in various interviews they don't like festivals because there is too much sun
but at least it was dark when they started Spread Your Love like a fever, the game was sold. It was fantastic. POOm pompopom POm Pom POM and I'm not sure about this one but I told my roomie that the BRMC controlled the weather -> It was grey and starting raining just before Whatever Happend to My rock'n'roll. Ow yes you could smell the odeur of dirty guitars and filthy distortion and muddy overdrive. During the last two songs they prove that they were master of every inch of their guitar. I was impressed.
the setlist was
Ha ha high babe
Spread your love
Six barrel shotgun
Stop
Love burns
In like the rose
Punk song-> Whatever Happend to My Rock'n'Roll?
US government
Salvation
Heart and soul

Triggerfinger
Belgain Stoner Rock band. That is what they say. Randy Warhol would say try not to bore my every two minutes. They were doing the same thing over and over and over again. Sorry wasn't really interested at all. Couldn't understand why that nice looking girl a bit further was losing her mind on the monotous set.

The Von Bondies
Hmm one of my have-to-see at werchter. They are the real garage-rocking thing straight out of Detroit.(still don't know what I am talking about erhm Jason Von Bondie VS Jack White ring any bell? orrrr ow wait MARCY VON BONDIE .. See I knew you know them!) And the audience that lost their mind during triggerfinger REALLY lost it because they were so passive during the first halve of the set of the von bondies. I was getting the groove back on from the very first minute with Lack of Communication. But no the wise Belgain/Dutch audience didn't knew any songs of their first LP. SHAME ON THEM!
Even with It Came from Japan they were still too quiet. SHAME ON THEM!
Just the last 3 songs, starting with C'mon C'mon the Detroit single of the year and finishing of with Rock'n'roll Nurse.

The entire set list was
Lack of communication
Tell me what you see
Not that social
Pawn shoppe heart
Going down
Poison ivy
It came from Japan
No regrets
Mairead
Cryin
The fever
Please please man
C'mon c'mon
Broken man
Rock'n roll nurse
(too bad no Hard Life)

erhm I took a pause then saw a bit the darkness they were rocking their tightpants like they had to. But during their set I was in the HUMO-stand getting a wee bit closer to Marcy Von Bondie. the smile, the wave,... aaaah

Owk cleary I couldn't really continue. I had a Post-Marcy Von Bondie syndrome and was suffering from it with JOY!

Nelly Furtado
How punk is that! Hey I need to get ride off the Post-Mary Von Bondie. Hmm and actually it was good and very up tempo and interactive, she got the crowd moving and she touched us during songs like Try and she got us all jumping during Forca. You can say what you want it was a good show and I enjoyed. Or maybe it is because she losend her hair after 2 songs what made her WOOOW!

Werchter rapport 2004

After constructing my tent and getting mental ready to see over 25 bands in 4 days time. I went down the long road and entered the festival area.

I saw Micheal Franti getting his groove back on. But I’ve already seen him twice I went down to the Bees.


THE BEES
When they entered, I noticed their high Badly Drawn Boy-syndrome. I feared melancholy, but soon I was eased with subtle sounds from the sixties. They changed more from instruments than you change of underpants. And I know that you dear readers change your underpants on a regular base, just because of personal hygiene. They never surprised the audience but they succeed in what they were asked to do warm us up. They were a very warm and friendly band. The only thing they were missing was a big family hug.


THE RAPTURE
Randy Warhol made his way to the front row and while P!nk or Sean Paul was playing your favourite rockjournalist was telling himself. Owk ease down you know they rock but take it easy.
Luke Jenner made a good entrance, he asked the audience if they want to enter the party the started on the busssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. (I may be wrong about the amount of S but I do recall it were a lot of them. I took them three songs to rock the show. And it was too late I was getting funky in places you need to be funky meaning EVERYWHERE. I quickly got the attention the bass player with my funky dance moves. (For those who want to know who they are you could see them on TMF.) “Killing” broke the house down: “one two three four kick that fucker at the door.” And they ended their turbulent set with “House of Jealous Lovers”. Great party, great show and for the second time in his life Luke Jenner couldn’t control himself and came back to the fans. And Randy Warhol got hugged for the 2nd time in his life. Déjà vu: Pukkelpop.


I got hungry so went to get some fries. I had to watch Admiral Freebee from a far distance.

THE CURE
When they arrived on stage the 80’s were back in Werchter, along side came a very wrong haircuts. But just after the first everybody became silent. And they went right for the heart. Taking no prisoners, just aiming for glory. And with hits like Fascination Street that isn’t a hard thing to do. Revelation of the day.


BASEMENT JAXX
Headlining on friday were not interesting and made music like you brush your teeth. First you think it is useful but after a few minutes you get bored. Very Bored. The party stopped. Even the great Africans singers couldn’t get near the normal Basement Jaxx Party-Level. May be they did the show too much, may be Randy Warhol wasn’t in a Basement Jaxx mood. Who can tell?