The music kept on playing, so you kept on going. You passed by Spids Nøgenhat, Deerhunter and Kasabian, giving every act some attention on the way to Stevie Wonder. You raved like it’s still the Eighties with Kavinsky, and jumped into the future with Moderat. You turned your brain off and twerked so low to Major Lazer, that even your pants gave up on you. And on Sunday evening, you happily welcomed surprise guest Jack White and celebrated the end of yet another incredible Roskilde Festival together.
Text: Freddy White
Photos: Dominik Wagner (black & white) and Alex Schneider
It wasn’t easy to get there, though. Your body and mind had to face several challenges, and more especially exhaustion. You feel like months on the road, and too many short nights have taken their toll now. It has become harder to let go, harder to focus on the music as your legs might give up on you anytime. And there was this really clear moment, when you felt it might just be too much for you to handle.
But you went past that point. You overcame the physical aspect, and kept on dancing. You cleared your mind again, as you simply stopped thinking. Almost passing out every time the music would stop, but ready to reach that state of trance as soon as the next band would start playing. You experienced some sort of black Mass under the dark Arena tent, some kind of twisted shamanism that kept you dancing in front of the Orange stage. You let yourself die in Roskilde. And now, you live.
