I was not. I mean, did not attend. Who did paid the entrance and had to animate a silver wedding was Barchula.
And this is what the reviews or criticisms that may be on the blog The Big Seven: someone who lived and consider the other type. So baseless arguments emerge, views out of context, inaccurate descriptions and precarious.
Consider what happened in the apparently BUE Festival, 2 nd night .
miserable in my life are very few times compared to desconocimientro and subsequent discovery of artistic expression, I wondered. That happened to Daft Punk and large electronic night at Club Ciudad de Buenos Aires. There were Guy Manuel de Homen Christ and Thomas Bagalter in * something * I'm still trying to understand.
Its cockpit and running in a pyramid on stage were projected forward under a grid of lights unintelligible (and probably inexplicable), while thousands of people are deciding between dance and film with digital cameras or cell phones. Finally, when he heard "around the wooorld" deep and mixed in its rightful place among Robor Rock or One More Time alone, everyone was inclined to jump and cheer the duo.
Lights everywhere, of all colors and intensities. Projected photos, faces, words, shades of colors and shades. Two little people waved and threw kisses to the crowd even though they had helmets giants.
"Daft Punk was the best show of my life" said a pianist who came out excited about the recital. And yes sirs, be long to see something that resembles this. Ah, remember the pantallota of U2? Without words.
Well, there was TV On The Radio (cool black), Yeah Yeah Yeahs (a psychiatrist and a), Amadou et Mariam (I can not wait to hear them again ...), Mimi Maura (one large).
Source: B.
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