THAT is my story and I am sticking to it. All I can do is assume that I fell into some kind of time/space distortion field brought about by close proximity to Away from Voivod and his wonderful art exhibit. I can’t blame drugs as I don’t do ’em, and I can’t blame drink because I hadn’t had any….yet.
I have absolutely no recollection of where I was or what I was doing.
Day three, I can explain later, but day two? There were a number of bands on day two and day three of Roadburn that I had every intention of watching – Hell, I went to the trouble of putting a li’l planner together and highlighting sets I was going to watch – but I still find myself in the somewhat uncomfortable position of being basically unable to account for my whereabouts during vast swathes of day two this year.
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