On the road to somewhere was this year´s Gliding Barnacles festival tag line. Got there a little later than usual, but just in time for the night shift. This edition had night surfing going on, one of the many creative ideas that architect Miguel Figueira puts down. I could hear Amy Hewton´s screams in the dark distance, Gato Heroi´s cutbacks and crabs feasting on the rocks.
The lights were weird, specially going left, the booze didn´t help either. This is a disco, this is a party, this is fooling around…
We had cod fish and red wine. I brought two litre and half bottles of Porta 6 and they disapeared too in the dark… Then we had Psicotronics, a really cool band from Coimbra. And then we broke the stage. Burning down the house…
The lights were on, but no one was home, lol.
“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain’t got time for that now.”