Add Arcade Fire & Animal Collective in Barcelona.
I saw them at a 12 hour music festival while doing a study abroad in Switzerland. Now the shows were ******* amazing, but it was then entire experience that was ridiculously awesome.
Flew into Barcelona with a friend with no plans, no hotel, nothing other than a return ticket and a concert ticket. Concert starts at 6pm. Stayed up all night dancing with like 50 + bands. We ended up befriending a coked up Italian and his two American girlfriends and hanging out with them. Arcade Fire went on at like 2am with something like fifty thousand people in the crowd. Insane crowd, insane show. Everyone was going nuts. Final band ( LCD Sound System, which was ******* **** nasty good) ended their set at 6am!
After the concert my friend and I were so tired (the festival lasted from 6pm to 6am) we decided to get a train ticket and sleep on the train. We woke up in Valencia, Spn and decided to get off the train. We slept in a park only to be woken up by some Saints festival. We hadn't slept all night and we're sun burnt from our 1 hour nap on park benches. Hilariously enough the saint being honored on this particular Sunday morning was the patron saint of both long distance travelers and fireworks (or so we gathered). So as we attempt to nap hung-over in a park, along comes dozens of truckers blaring their horns and throwing firecrackers into the park. My friend and I wake up thinking its the second coming and just about flip out.
Here is a video of that morning if you kids don’t believe me
We then spend the day going from cafe to cafe taking hobo baths and sleeping in Starbuck's.
We take a train back to Barcelona to go see Animal Collective that night. We're out of our minds at this point and spend the majority of the already psychedelic show acting like we're tripping *****. We leave the concert and wander around the streets of Barcelona at about 11pm. It’s Sunday night and we have a flight out at 6am back to Switzerland so we can go to class. We have no idea what we’re going to do, because in all reality we need sleep, and the drugs are wearing off (not really).
We somehow meet something like 6 Auburn frat boys who were the biggest group of fish out of water I have ever seen. We immediately start talking about how nice it is to hear some fellow Americans and we end up hanging out with these kids all night, bar hopping till about 3am. We nearly get in a fight with a middle-aged Irish bartender woman after all of the Alabama boys think calling her a potato eater is a good idea. They end up letting us sleep in their hotel and we get about an hour of sleep before its time to go. I slept on a ironing board (no joke, they’re pretty comfy).
We make it to the airport and we rushed through the airport trying to get to our plane. We make it just in time and were on a flight back to Lugano, Switzerland that morning. However I never made it to my 930AM class