since i came to barcelona i was anxiously awaiting sonar-festival. 7 months later, finally june arrived and sonar came closer. yes, i wanted to go there only i couldn't decide what day and which event. no problem. i live in bcn, i could get a ticked the same day i decided to go and wait as well what my friends will want to see and than we would go together and have a lot of fun.
that's what i thought.
one week before the sonar tickets sold out for one event after the other. i assumed there would still be some tickets for instant-selling so i stayed calm.
finally i didn't get any tickets because when they were sold out, there was no chance getting any on the same day and that was it.
in a last act of hope i tried to get a ticked for a day (friday) on the very same morning but my hopes were to be deceived. fine - no sonar for me.
what for did i come to bcn to see now millions of english and american and wherever they were from-visitors of the sonar swarming around the city and me staying outside?
well, finally i saw a bit of it. one part was still open to late-byers like me. in the santa monica art centre there was the sonarama, a small part of the festival that only costed a small amount and where you could still get in without problems. the sonarama offered conferences, presentations, installations and concerts which kept my occupied for a whole day. one installation was specially funny. it was made by the artists lieberman and blonk and was an interactive play with voice and shadows. standing in front of a screen and am microphone you could provoke bubbles or figures by speaking, shouting, screaming into a mic and by moving yourself and - your shadow on the screen- manipulate those projections. people went crazy about it, i had a lot of fun with it myself.
if you like to have a closer look on the things that were there, here are some links:
messa di Voce
sonarama

At 10 i finally left sonarama and went home satisfied for the day and a little bit exhausted but impressed.
For the night i went with some friends to anti sonar. This was a very peculiar event organized by punks and people apparently living in squats. On a big car park they had arranged a bunch of trucks and caravans, screens and beamers, musical equipment and bars. There we spent the night dancing and drinking outside at a festival -like event, listening to sonar-like music.
Coming home later was turning out to be a bit hard the thing being a bit outside of barcelona, next to a big exhibition area where the actual sonar-by-night concerts were taking place. It was in an not-by-metro-covered area. Came home at 9 in the morning and slept satisfied having finally gotten my share of sonar.