The Story
Last modified: 2:35:52 CET on 26 Jul, 2007 |
So, here's the story of before, after and during Green Fest, through the eyes of the Invisible-Movement creator, owner and maintainer.
Beware, the story is very emotional and personal. I can write a classic review as I'm pretty much an amateur journalist, but this is better, as it's straight from the heart.
NOT ALL THE PAGES ARE COMPLETE YET
In part 1, you will meet me, my friends, see how I've been working on this website since 2004 and how I gave up on my dreams that RHCP will ever play my country and decided to travel almost 700km to see and hear John & his guitar (and his bandmates, of course), even though it seemed impossible, due to various circumstances. And then, boom, there was the news...CLICK HERE TO READ IT
In part 2, you will read about how the whole country of Serbia got into the red hot madness, what kind of a hassle getting the tickets actually was and how a small and quiet town of Inđija, surprisingly chosen as the place where the greatest band in the world would play instead of Beograd, the capital and the awarded South European City Of The Future, was preparing for the big, big challenge...CLICK HERE TO READ IT
In part 3, the gang is getting together, we're not counting the days to the event anymore, we're counting hours. There are people from all over Europe, we're having fun in Beograd, lucky ones are sharing stories of the gigs they have been to, the others are feeling some sort of a pre-gig fever and then, we're travelling to Inđija in order to be the first....CLICK HERE TO READ IT
In part 4, you'll see how we woke up extremely early in the morning on a very warm summer day, went to the festival field, got surprised by how it resembled an African desert, queued up for nine hours, three of them begging security for water as we were trapped by barriers, ran inside, grabbed places and watched the other bands play.
In part 5, RHCP are playing their first and, despite everything, hopefully not the last concert in my country. Chad Smith is beating the hell out of the drums, Flea is thanking us "from the bottom of his butt", Anthony Kiedis seems very warm compared to what I saw in Austria in 2006 and John Frusciante is rocking 100 000 people with pure passionate energy, until he suddenly starts feeling unwell. The show ends after one hour and twenty minutes and the audience is more than surprised.
In part 6, there's WW3 in a nutshell: a thunderstorm, sudden cold, buses and cars trapped in the mud, motorists running into people, pedestrians walking through cornfields in order to reach Inđija. We come to our rented place to find out one of us was robbed. After a long night of well-deserved sleep, we're arguing with the rented place's owner, going to police, are blackmailed about our bags...however, in the evening everything is fine, we're in Beograd again, dining in a nice restaurant and thinking of where we were only 24 hours before.
In part 7, there will be some reactions, reviews, stories...everything that did not fit into parts 1-6, everything that left bitter, sweet and bittersweet taste in our mouths and mouth of the media.
