Suffering post-festival blues… a feeling I know all too well … my loyal yearly companion after 4 days of fun at the music festival.
Summer traditionally kicks off when getting ready for my yearly trip to Rock Werchter at the end of June. The mad rush to get everything organised and work finished. Checking out the line-up schedule and the weather forecast – please no rain!! Packing ….boots, jeans, t-shirts, leather jacket and the obligatory sunglasses …check!
No other experience evokes the feeling of complete freedom, happiness and expectation then walking through the entry gates and setting foot on the holy festival grounds. That first smell of the fresh grass that will soon disappear when 80,000 people walk and dance on it…you cannot help but smile!!
After so many years, those first minutes have become ritual-like: the first cool pint of beer, the cheers and hugs when greeting our festival-friends once again, drum beats and guitar riffs in the distance, soaking up the blissful afternoon sun… and slowly but surely the festival cocoon envelopes me and I’m transposed to another world.
All the bias about tattooed head-banging hard-drinking and fighting lads couldn’t be further from the truth! The festival bubble is one filled with people of all ages and all walks of life; where people smile and are happy to strike up conversation with total strangers; where one queues for drinks and apologise when knocking in to you inadvertently…this is a recipe that once only belonged to Woodstock’s summer of love yet no longer!
Apart from losing myself in the tunes and discovering new bands, the festival is my yearly date with my best friend Caroline. Regardless of the highs or lows that hit us through the year and no matter where we find ourselves in the world, this festival attracts us like a magnet, like a drug. We need this quality time together allowing us to switch off, close the blinds on our lives and be the best we can be – together. A friendship of over 20 years doesn’t need this festival to survive but it absolutely helps us to re-affirm who we are and what our bond means: deep-rooted love, deep philosophical discussions long into the night, acting like crazy teenagers, laughing so hard with tears streaming over our cheeks, bumping into complete strangers and finding a connection, firing up a smile on people’s faces, knowing when to call it a night when the other is tired and just wants to snuggle up under the duvet … blond & brunette…black & white … soul mates for life.
Can one be so lucky to find 2 soul mates? I can only count my blessing that I can answer that question fully AFFIRMATIVE!
Pure serendipity or destiny? All I know is that 6 years ago I met the love of life in that bubble. Everlong tells the story of how my husband Tim & I met and how our lives collided. My music bubble only got more mystical!
Number of studies have clearly demonstrated the effect music has on the mind and overall health of listeners. People who listen to more upbeat music experience happier perceptions of life and nothing else can possibly enhance this mood than sharing this empowering feeling with each other while jamming to hits in a beautiful environment.
My yearly rendezvous with Rock Werchter is my happiness-drugs which makes coming down from my love-cloud so hart-hitting! The count-down to the 2018 edition has already started ….
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