I forgot that this weekend is the Dubai Desert Rythym Music Festival at Dubai Media City - right in our backyard.
It's one thing if you actually like the bands (see Pink in Dubai or The Pink Life). But it's a complete other ballgame if it's crap.
Right now?
Crap.
The sad part? We're only on night one, somewhere between Helena Papirouzo, Ziggy Marley, Madness, Black Violin with Leanne or Kanye West.
The scary part? We're only in the middle - the show started today at 3:30 pm and goes until 3 am. Yes, I have four more hours of this. Hold the applause.
Tomorrow Crapfest 2007 - er, sorry, Dubai Desert Rythym Music Festival - will feature Mika, Joss Stone, Arash and Abri.
I've heard of Joss Stone - she did that funky remake of "Fell In Love with a Boy" like, ten minutes after if came out - but the other ... people? Bands? Whatever? Seem to be the random letters associated with little preschool fists mashing on a computer keyboard. Asdfjklg. Gaskjfdlg. Arash. Mika. Sasdfasd.
The windows are rattling as the bass pumps throughout the near-abandoned Media City buildings. But we're the only people this crapfest is offending - because ours are the only residences in the area. Ugh.
And I thought that I'd have a good night sleep tonight not having to wake up early to cheer on the Sox in the World Series.
Guess I was wrong.
