Let's look at the first edition of the program on next pages!!!
yeah yeah yeah!
Festival Dans'l'cul Danku 1st edition, in Leiden, Multipleks squat/ SUB071
11 - 12 - 13 march 2011
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Festival Dans'l'cul Danku 1st edition
Aïe aïe aïe
That's not a new thing to organise a festival, just a new occasion to seriously think about our happiness. To try to think DIY when everything around us is screaming " follow THIS way!"
This festival will be an other occasion to discover bands, do party but also try to organise workshops, share informations about anything we want.
So everybody is welcome to bring press, zines, music, to propose workshops about arts, building anything wich can interest someone...
To come help to cook, to clean, decorate,...
Let's do it!!
"And i don't care about what the prying eyes can see, i'll keep on walking without pants in the middle of this school of fish that never stop screaming; keep on dancing to not die in a life where death has more place than the laughter of fools.
I'll not cry anymore and my hatred torn of my veins, thrown to the sheep, i prefer to live too much until a soon death, rather than die slowly on my shit.
One more or less, you can tell about me what you want, soppy, silly, crazy, in the twisted right way or not, i would stay at attention under the banner of fools, flag i will burn before to run into the storm."
That's not a new thing to organise a festival, just a new occasion to seriously think about our happiness. To try to think DIY when everything around us is screaming " follow THIS way!"
This festival will be an other occasion to discover bands, do party but also try to organise workshops, share informations about anything we want.
So everybody is welcome to bring press, zines, music, to propose workshops about arts, building anything wich can interest someone...
To come help to cook, to clean, decorate,...
Let's do it!!
"And i don't care about what the prying eyes can see, i'll keep on walking without pants in the middle of this school of fish that never stop screaming; keep on dancing to not die in a life where death has more place than the laughter of fools.
I'll not cry anymore and my hatred torn of my veins, thrown to the sheep, i prefer to live too much until a soon death, rather than die slowly on my shit.
One more or less, you can tell about me what you want, soppy, silly, crazy, in the twisted right way or not, i would stay at attention under the banner of fools, flag i will burn before to run into the storm."
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