The weekend is over, and it turned out to be , belive it or not, even better than I expected! Incredible.

I don't know where to start . Friday seems fair. Pigeon Detectives was the only band I'd seen before, still the gig I was least prepared for. But it turned out to be the best one. I think. 
On sunday morning I was so sure the Pigeon Detectives were gonna conquer the others (partly because of our "special treatment" from Matt Bowman), but when I was dancing my feet out of my hard tied up Converse on the sunday eve, with Carl Barât on the stage, just a few feet away from me, I got that libertine feeling. And by the end of the gig, performing I get along, with his libetine tatoo fully visible on his right arm, I couldn't keep from crying. I felt like a baby. or a teenager at a Westlife concert. anyhow, like a douchebag.
Tears just spurted from my eyes. I couldn't help it... No matter how hot Matt Bowman is (on stage), Lib... sorry, Dirty Pretty thing, where the best band of this weekend. Just made up my mind.
The pigeon detective gig was better musical, in the tight and intime spaces of my beloved Debaser Slussen. (How I'm gonna miss that place if, or should I say when?, the tear the whole sluice up...)
Anyway, the DTPs gig was better emotianally. Could be because I hade a couple of more beer at sunday eve, and I didn't drink them while sitting on a square like a junkie, freezing my a** off, like we did on the friday. Hilarious, at least from our point of view

Jag är så lycklig, även om vi glömde ölen.





Sorry, forgot about saturday. Franz Ferdinand where great, but just not as good as the english boys.
A well-earned third place, but you just never get tierd of England.