The best thing about Indietracks this year: unexpected companions. Right at the beginning everyone went to Sainsbury's and bought very sensible amounts of cereals and milk and cider, plus children's cutlery and crockery, thus ensuring domestic bliss in our tiny camp. One day later I stood on a hill next to these companions, Ballboy was playing and I felt so happy I thought I'd burst, but instead I just grinned and hugged Luise. We danced and danced at indiepop discos and I realised it's quite easy to forget anything else if only there are other people who make you do just that.
It's keeps surprising me that people are, sometimes, some of them, so incredibly nice.