We tent to remember the musical festivals in an onirical way, bounded between brackets which separate them from our normal live, and mainly with a blurry filter over them. Hundreds of faces, fragments from conversations, chords, sensations. If we urban animals leave the city heading towards rural landscapes in order to commit our misdeeds, the fantasy halo increases.That's the way we evoke Milhões de Festa at octubre.tv: Jambinai heps us to sink in this dionysian yet unsettling ambient, tiding up his string instruments with an ancestral Shakuhachi, we are then taken by the wind to The Comet is Coming's tenor, elevated by the psych-rock to a terrain where it deliriously experiments with jazz. Sweetly, Young Magic wakes us up to the real world where they extract the sounds for their music, and wave goodbye with love to the daydreamers, who hope that the next midsummer night's dream will come soon.
Text: Alba Pagán
