It was the first time I wasn’t front row in a crowd so large, so I pretty much felt like I was drowning. I observed with nostalgia the pictures of the pink sky that I made my Aries friend take while we waited to see The Neighbourhood. I remember on our way there I sat next to my friend Liz and we talked to each other about our misfortunes in the love department for probably six hours. That was our first festival together and probably the most exciting one because of that. We wandered on Coyoacán buying tacos, margaritas, mojitos and posed for some random couple who took a polaroid picture of us that they overcharged us for.Īnd I also looked at the year before the 2018 archive. The clips of our night out also made me smile. There was another video of later that night, when we all had a huge fight and my best friend Vee and I had to literally drag P through the hotel hallways while he drunkenly recorded himself complaining about life. I heard myself crying of laughter when my friend P tried to “tattoo” us with a black pen but he ended up spilling the ink on my best friends' leg, and we had to cover her in toilet paper so it wouldn’t stain the white sheets of our hotel beds. It wasn’t until I was reflecting about everything to set up my new years journal the first days of January, that I went back again for my memories on Instagram, but also on the old phone where I had them all stored. I even looked at Pinterest pics of concerts, watched clips that my own friends reposted on their Instagram stories and I pitied myself and the world. I watched the sets of a few acts on YouTube longingly. As much as there were far worse things happening in the world that I could have felt sorry about, all I could think of for a few days was that I wouldn’t be seeing anyone live for a long long time. So a year later, in November of 2020 I was a nostalgic mess, looking at all my Instagram memories from last year and the year before that.Īll the bands, the singers and performers giving their all, the screaming, the crowds, the outfits, the energy, the overpriced foods and merch, the funny moments with my friends while we waited for the sets to start, the Instagram worthy content but the wholesome feeling concerts gave me. I enjoyed that last festival weekend a lot, probably even more than I enjoyed my graduation party. Me and my friends screamed, danced, ate, sang at the top of our lungs and took pretty pictures. Oh and of course, it also had the young headliner, Billie Eilish. It also had newer acts: Years and Years, Snail Mail, Phantogram, The Japanese House, Blossoms, The Voidz, Sales and many others. It was a dream for the indie-alternative kids that loved these new classics, but also for the young adults like me, who were fulfilling the dream of their teenage selves. The Strokes, Two Door Cinema Club, Bloc Party, Broken Social Scene, Cat Power and Sharon Van Etten were only some of them. ![]() It was actually its 10th anniversary and they brought out very nostalgic music acts because of it. ![]() ![]() It takes place in November and it’s a big, if not the biggest, pop-indie music festival in Mexico. The last festival I went to was the 2019 Corona Capital. Obviously, the way January 2021 is going so far, there won’t be a next one. So by the beginning of the year, I was already saving money preparing for the next, even if that specific line up was not out yet. In my last two years of college, my group of friends, who I have known since we were 12, and I, decided to go to the same festival together. ![]() I’m not sure how it is outside Mexico, but by January there are already a bunch of lineups for the music festivals that take place during the year.
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