Most of the good things in life takes time. Some don't but most do. At least that's what I'm thinking right now. But that might change in the future so we'll see. Talking about things that take a lot of time - in the end of the last summer I decided to make two photography videos for my Youtube channel for festivals I attended. One for Summersound and the other for Positivus. And there the plan fell apart. I made the first video, uploaded it and that's about it.
Now about ten months later I'm finally looking at it again and it brings such good memories back. Not all of them particularly good to be honest but that doesn't matter here. Sometimes you just have to accept difficulties and try to see them as just a temporary thing that's about to just go past soon. And even more not only will it just go past but if you get yourself in the right mindset you will be able to look back after some time and smile and see them as something good and worthy putting yourself through.
Well going there alone is the first thing that comes to mind here. Not a big deal for some but still. It can become just a little bit lonely sometimes. But nevertheless my journey was still fairly interesting. When I got on the bus I sat down right next to an very interesting guy. Around 50, pretty well dressed, polite. Can't remember his name anymore so I'll call him J. At first I didn't think much of it but it didn't take me long, well about three minutes to realise what's about to happen. As soon as he pulled his cheap and cheerful 2l plastic beer bottle out of his backpack I had one of those Homer Simpson's "DOH!" moments. Wrong seat! But every other seat was taken, unfortunately so I was stuck there for about three and half hours.
So it was one of those one sided conversations. But it was a conversation only because I'm probably too polite to just tell him to shut up. So I listened to his stories, nodded and occasionally said something in between. It was a bit annoying at times but well.. wasn't too bad. At least I found it funny and entertaining. And also educating. I found out a few things about astrology, some new things about photography too. If he said the truth he was a photographer too a while ago. Then a businessman, politician. Learned some things about those too. J also shamelessly told about his jailtime. I kid you not, it was the most bizzarre conversation (monologue) I've ever had (listened to.) But apparently it was a drunk driving or something of that manner. Or tax evasion. Or both. I don't remember anymore but apparently it wasn't anything that would make me jump up and get off the bus.
After a couple of hours I was finally in Liepāja. The city where wind is born as we say in Latvia. After getting off the bus I decided to just walk to the festival territory. I could have used some public transport but I thought that I'm not in a rush anyway and it's only about 2,5km walk so I'd live through that. So it took me about half an hour. I was in that area of Liepāja for the first time so I kinda took my time and enjoyed being there and taking a look around. But when I got there the real fun started. At first I wanted to collect my press pass and go set up my tent. For some reason they did not have my name on the list or something so I was sent forwards and backwards to a couple of different tents several times. When I finally got my pass after some time I found out that my envelope is missing gear marking stickers. Ok let's call the media manager. And hats off to him he was very friendly and supportive, no complaints there. But he informed me that they're already out of the stickers unfortunately. And seriously I'm not joking.. the only think they can give me is pink gaffers tape. Why pink? Because the real stickers were pink. And pink is badass basically. Well at least it gave me a good reason to laugh my butt off after the long bus ride.
Actually in the beginning I was a little surprised. I kinda felt that the festival has shrunk in size and scope since the last time I was there in 2012. There were less stages than in 2012, less attractions or at least it seemed so. It felt like the overall volume of the things that you could do was way less than before. But nevertheless it was fun. So fun that after an hour I had already forgotten about the things that bothered me at first. The bands were great, people very friendly and the weather was also good. Even though the artist line up was nothing like well for example Positivus there was still a lot for me to see and shoot. And in a case like this I'm more concerned with the visuals and lighting. And it was all good. Especially on the big stage. I met a lot of interesting people there so I'm still deciding wether to go there this year or not. But I'm leaning more towards yes than no.
So yeah.. two almost sleepless nights of music, many kilometers walked within the festival terriotory back and forth and then going to work the next day but still it was absolutely worth it. As I'm writing this this year's Summersound is already over and I wasn't there. So I figured I might as well put this up at least and prepare for departure to Positivus 2015 tomorrow. I actually wrote very little about the festival itself and more about my funny experiences and the people I met along the way but I'm gonna leave it that way. It was almost a year ago and I can't remember anything and the photos are here so that will do for now. I promise to write more next time, especially from Positivus this year so thank you for thank you for stopping by an see you soon!