The Party 8
from a personal perspective
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  (written by Browallia)
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Howdiladi!

To write a report about the party
8, held in Denmark 3 months ago,
may confuse you and I dont care
much about it. But, it is sure
nice if you read it. I use to
write reports and I will now
translate my swedish version into
a more internetional language.

Blaah blaah comming up..

Browallia, Balder and Smaugur
started from Stockholm 26th of
Dec, and nothing especially
happend before we fueled up at a
station and Smaugur went inside
with a white Father Xmas-bard and
dark sunglasses. hoho, funny
indeed.
Then we picked up our musician in
a small city south to Stockholm,
and drove in West direction to
Goethenborg where we met
Booger/Factor. Here we spend the
night for taking the boat in the
morning. We were going to compete
in the democompo with a project
started in 1996, and we could
probably fix it for this party -
we didnt, but it is still in
action. So, suddenly our car
stopped on that stupied highway,
and we got to push and pull the
car to a safety place.
- Uups, 20 min left for that ship.
This was not good at all. "No
panic", as my mother use to tell
me, but reflected to all our "just
before-deadline"-production I sure
recognize this situation. But we
didnt have any time waiting for
the next ship, going some hours
later. We got onboard..

Anyway in our car (including that
bass-box in dIS's knee)
we had:
3 Amigas 4000s, with keyboards
2 Amigas 1200s
1 C64
1 Atari (that old game-console :)
5 Monitores
1 Bass (100*35*30 cm)
2 loadspeakers
a CDplayer, a casetteplayer
banderolls, lights,
computerstuffs... a 50 cm high
xmas-tree from Florida
(dancing/sing'n) hot water-fixer
and a toaster. Personal stuff like
clothes, sleepingbags, pillows...
4 fucking Nukleusmembers and one
Factor-representative
beers,bananas,matilde-choclate all
this shit in a Volvo ...
...ok, we had a packline too!

After that trip with das Boot, we
bought some food and turned over
to The Party-frequence.

Alright, The party 8 was my fifth
"The Party", and some changes have
been made.. the feeling,
atmosphere, huhu.. and of cos, in
my point of view: to big and
unpersonally, and the process of
having controll over this
party-machine is smoothing down
into vegetables without bones.

Sponsors - good or bad ?
spreading stuff - heaven or hell ?
commercial - muuh or mjau ?

that's the Quake_tions!

Form your own picture of The Party
1998 or form your own digital
planet if you were unsatisfied.
Anyway, I and Booger spoke about
it with an eye of the beholder;
about big the sponsor's banderolls
- who dont leave any spaces for
group-banderolls, about if people
go to a party for the price-"$" or
what? about how about competing in
Giana Sisters... etc..

I started 'desert dream' instead
and then I and dIS went to the car
for drinking and forget our
failures at this party. Then
Balder and Booger came, and then
mUSLI and Altrust of Tulou knocked
on the door. Today we celibrated
nothing, we were the winners of an
empty trashcan. With beer,
cigaretts and musics we turned our
totally the party 8-feeling to
something good again. Then we went
to a bar were I gave a "PEZ-sweet"
to that girl behind the bardisc
too. Back in time for showing
Amiga Demo-compo, and then dIS and
Factor, and Balder disepeared and
I fell to sleep.

Then we went home, 1500 KM
totally.

.end