Rotterdam

I spent the weekend in Rotterdam for the Primitive festival, thus completing the month-long rock marathon. I think I overdid it these past few weeks, because I really had a hard time getting into the music. Too much of a good thing; too much of the same thing. Despite seeing bands I've seen fifty times before (even if it was really the first) and hearing the DJs play the same old records, I had a pretty good time, mainly because of the company. Lots of familiar faces from around Europe.
I brought a bunch of records with me to sell and sold quite a few of them. I turned around right away and spent the loot on a few carefully selected stacks of records from neighboring dealers' stands. All of it, to the tune of 140 eucks.
Unfortunately, my bag full of all those records, my bitchin' new (not cheap)sunglasses, and my PDA was stolen out of a friend's car. So I'm headed home to Amsterdam empty-handed, and with a bad taste in my mouth.
It could have been much worse, of course. At least I pulled my jacket and my keys out of there -- as if I knew that I was about to lose that bag -- so I'm not going to be on the street in my t-shirt, locked out of my house. But what a colossal drag that I never get to play those records.
Maybe it's a sign that it's time to focus on doing something entirely different for awhile. Until my old records start moving me again.