indostock

This past weekend we went to see our friend Qq play in a concert with his band. Upon arriving at the venue we dubbed the event "Indostock" in honor of it's dedication to showcasing up and coming bands and because it was held in the middle of a slightly muddy field.

Unfortunately after sitting in that field for a while hearing some other bands play some music of questionable quality we had to leave and didn't even get to see his band.

We did get some good pictures and I feel like it was definitely an "experience" that I am not soon to forget.

The first thing we encountered was the price of admission. We asked where to buy the tickets and were told that there were no tickets for this festival of music. The price of admission was to buy one pack of cigarettes. You have to understand that here, in this not so health conscious country, the cigarette companies tend to sponsor every event from basketball tournaments to concerts. So, we went to the designated cigarette seller and with Baby Boy Hampton in belly I bought myself a pack of cigarettes. Wow. Don't worry, I gave them to our friend and he smoked them for me.

Once we got past that obstacle we entered the venue. The venue in this instance being a large field with a huge stage and approximately 27 people watching "independent" bands compete for a recording contract.

Just to make it more interesting, the hosts of the event immediately grabbed a microphone when we walked in and started letting everyone know that two foreigners had just arrived. We just kept walking and he just kept talking. How sad is it that we actually have experience in these situations? We have learned that it's best to just ignore them and keep walking and to never, ever agree to going up on stage.

Pretty much from that point on we were able to enjoy ourselves, although that may have something to do with the fact that our other friend was introducing Roger as a producer for Coldplay that was in town looking for new talent...

We ran into some other friends while we were there. It turns out that one of our language teachers is in a band that was competing that day.

Isn't she totally rock n roll? And aren't I totally white? Just when I think I'm starting to get a little bit of a tan...

One of the high (or low) lights of the day came when this band took the stage in their matching Star Trek costumes.

I know you can't really see too much in this picture, but they were in matching black outfits with little red patches all over them. Somebody's mom must have been really busy getting them ready for their big show.