festivalblogger

jeg pleier ikke å delta på så altfor mange konkurranser, men når det er noe jeg virkelig brenner for er jeg ikke vanskelig å be. det er vel ingen hemmelighet at jeg lever for festivaler. siden 2006 har jeg jobbet på stavernfestivalen og baderock, besøkt quarten en gang og hove to. øya var jeg så heldig å få oppleve for første gang i fjor. i tillegg hadde jeg mitt fjerde år på roskilde i år. for to år siden var jeg en av åtte som ble plukket ut til å blogge for roskilde, ut av mange hundre som søkte. det var en helt fantastisk opplevelse som jeg lever på enda. jeg fikk være en del av en av mine absolutte favorittfestivaler, og sammen med andre bloggere skulle jeg få være publikums ansikt utad en oppgave jeg tok svært seriøst. alt i alt har roskildefestivalen tatt meg mange nye steder og tatt meg med på mange nye opplevelser som i fjor da vi hadde et tv-team i hælene, hele festivalen igjennom. jeg har alltid sagt at om jeg kunne valgt meg en hvilken-som-helst jobb, hadde jeg vært et festivalmenneske. jobben min skulle vært å tatt bilder og filmet, rett og slett dokumentert hele festivalopplevelsen fra ende til annen. det aller beste jeg hører er menneskene som kommer til meg og sier at de dro på festivalen, kun pga. meg, og at de ikke angrer. det er festival-lykke. like før festivalen i 2010 skrev jeg et innlegg på roskildebloggen min. disse bloggene er slettet, men jeg har allikevel innlegget lagret. dette er roskilde for meg. How many of you have seen the movie about Roskilde? I'm not talking about Roskilde the experience, but the movie made by Barok Film. My first meeting with Roskilde, a movie who made me reconsider if I was going or not, who made me cry when I got back home and which is my inspiration for this post.

About one year ago my boyfriend asked me to watch the Roskilde movie with him, "just to get the feeling". Each of us with a six pack with Tuborg, home made fish n'chips, and one more excited than the other. I must be honest, I had mixed feelings, real excitement after the good feeling through the movie, fear after I had seen the enormous amounts of people at one place, together, drinking, dancing, fucking and enjoying this fantastic festival. At one point I actually cried, I started to get really worried about the whole thing, my friends and boyfriend shared the same, almost unhealthy, excitement, but still I was so afraid, and I was sure that they had to carry me home inside the Coffinblaster. Really glad I did go, and after a week filled with happiness, beer, (too much) sun, friends and new faces I went back home with a feeling worse than any heartbreak in the world. Post Roskilde Depression.

Imagine to wake up warm and tired, around 8am. It's been a crazy night, everywhere you turned you could see the ashes and smoke rise from thousands of tents, the volunteers are running around trying to put out the fire, you're sitting with your friends, having the last Tuborg, talking about the last concerts, who did who, laughing at all the people running around and hoping that you wake up and realize that it was all just a dream, Roskilde starts tomorrow, you don't have to wait a whole year. But there you are, once more. While you're trying to get out of the tent, dehydrated after a few warm hours sleep, you realize that it's over, one year until you can buy "kanelsneil", "Mathilda"s and "saftevann" and all you can see is empty tents, a few sleeping campers and bulldozers who's tearing down all thats left of this years festival. When you get back home you realize how quiet everything is, how clean everything is and how extremely nice your bed feels. It's wrong, for the first time (if youre a virgin) all you wanna do is inhale the urin dust, have a cold shower, be out in the sun with great people and use questionable toilets with someones work on the wall, smelly but still worth it.

The people you meet outside your house will not scream "SHOW ME YOUR TITS", they will not run around naked in your garden and your neighbours will definatly not invite you in for joints and beer, unless your living in a doubtful area. Anyways, you get the picture. It feels like the love of your life has turned you down, packed his/hers bag and left for a 12 months trip and theres nothing you can do but wait, and wait....and wait. You might try to trick yourself into believing that you won't ever visit Roskilde again, tell yourself over and over again that Roskilde is a bitch who fucks you over and that you have to stay away, it's just too hard to get back home, start working, keeping your clothes on and keep your drinking inside the four walls of your house.

At first you'll be thinking about her all the the time, it's hard to sleep, the food taste nothing at all, it's hard to concentrate and all you wanna do is to stay inside your room and thinking about all the memories you share. And then, after a few weeks, you'll suddenly feel betrayed and all you wanna do is sleep, you might cry a bit and you will feel anger everytime people mention her name. You might just have started to forget about her when you receive the first signs of life, emails telling you about next year, the excitement and all the exciting news. Will you take her back?

The first thing we did when we got back home last year was to watch the movie about Roskilde. We got back home around 3am, the 5 of us jumped into the sofa, talking about the best memories, trying to keep the tears away and laughing about the Coffin Camper who came screaming out of his tent after we had tricked him into believing that his catch of the night had a penis, 3 times, but she still kept taking him back. The next day everyone went home. The Coffin Camp members lives all over Norway, and usually we meet just at the festival, one of my favorite things about Roskilde. So there you are, trying to make yourself believe that you won't return, that you'll forget all about her and that you'll never speak of her again, while you're starting to plan next year. Roskilde, theres only 33 days left!

øya søker nå etter to bloggere, og jeg vet jeg hadde gjort en fantastisk jobb for dem. her er min søknad :)