Saturday night, Damon Albarn scolds the Coachella audience: the singer of Blur He asked for more enthusiasm from the people gathered in front of the main stage of the great US music festival. I clarify: gran for great, not for good, although I have never been, almost no one in Spain has actually been, but as you already know that is the least important thing to give an opinion, the fact is that Coachella is big festival because it brings together 125,000 people a day for two consecutive weekends in California, and that is objectively a lot, although on an artistic level its lineup this year is quite weak compared to other similar macro festivals.
Making good the chaos theory that a butterfly shakes its wings in Sri Lanka and causes a hurricane in Almendralejo, my TL has been filled (the networks are burning!) with people giving their opinion on the phrase of the disappointed British musician while Blur playedGirls & Boysa party song that can be heard jumping around: “You’re never going to see us again, so you better fucking sing it.”.
More than 9,200 km away, his complaint has unleashed a wave of enthusiastic empathy among Spanish music fans with resounding conclusions, maximalist accusationsgeneralizations and some folkloric fussing like: And I’ll leave it there!
So much disgust has not caught me off guard, since I enter social networks with the intention of discovering what interests people but aware that I must pay the toll of attending the circus of overacting.
Deep down I agree with Damon Albarn’s frustration and disappointment: I’m a fan of Blur, I saw them last year at Primavera Sound and I had a great time. In fact, I did jump around a bit while writing the story at 3 in the morning (I’m a professional).
But Scolding others for how they behave is an attitude that bothers me.. What does it mean to tell others how they must Act? Obviously, it implies a feeling of moral superiority and paternalism.
The things that bother me at a concert are, for example, that people smoke or vape next to me and the smoke comes into my face, that they step on me, that they set up a pogo stick next to me and they push me, that they throw part of me on top of me. or the entirety of a drink in an excess of euphoria… That is, everything that can bother me physically. My freedom ends where yours begins, etc. Fortunately, it has an easy solution: I change places and here there is peace and then glory.
But don’t people want to show great emotion? Or that he talks to his friend (surprise: for most people a music festival is a social celebration)? Or do you prefer to record the song on video? Or do you want to record the entire concert? Well of course, hell, do whatever you want. What does it matter to me? Enjoy as you like. Or don’t enjoy it, maybe you’re bored, who has the legitimacy to be the judge who decides when it should be enjoyed and how much it should be physically exhibited? Dancing means appreciation better of music? In that case the Argentine public could say to the Spanish: you are a shitty public.
So, Coachella people, from here I tell you, more than 9,200 km away and without giving a damn: do what you want.
