Today, we're in Borlänge, Sweden, for the Peace and Love Festival. As opposed to the usual set up for festivals, which would be be in the middle of a field or large park of some kind, the stages and main areas are in the middle of town. Tall fences snake around the various common areas, with entrance gates in various locations. People who live in town proper get to have free views of the shows, whether they want to or not. I noticed one elderly woman looking out her window while The Hellacopters were playing their loud punk rock. Wonder if she was into it. "Oh kids these days - so peppy and fun in their outlandish clothing!"One thing I have noticed a lot here: lots of young Swedish teens in punk clothes. Never before have I seen so many people walking around in Sex Pistols t-shirts in such a small area. PUNK! Yeah, I'm getting old. I don't duct tape my Converse Chuck Taylors together anymore, or wear Sonic Youth and The Cure t-shirts. But that won't stop me from getting warm and fuzzy when I see a bunch of kids walk down the street with safety pins in their jackets, and mohawks, and torn up jeans. What's that line in "Breakfast at Tiffany's"?
"Do they still really have prizes in Cracker Jack Boxes? That's nice to know. It gives one a feeling of solidarity, almost of continuity with the past, that sort of thing."
Today was also the first of many fine breakfasts we will be having here in Europe. Horse Sausage and Liver Paté were offered, as well as the usual fare. Coffee is good and strong, and necessary.
2 comments:
horse sausage? seriously?
I had almost given up on checking your blog . . . BUT THE FUN IS BACK IN BLOGGING! Thanks for the journaling Dave. It sounds MUCH more exciting than Potty Training World, over here. Everyone who pees, IN THE POTTY, today gets a candy. Wanna try?
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