Unexpected pleasures are the best when traveling overseas. You can visit another country and plan an itinerary with premeditated endeavors, but it's just not the same as aimlessly running into things. Next time you travel, go somewhere and try to let your guard down. Yard Life took me out of my comfort zone, in the good way, though.
Exiting the Angel tube station with some minor showers, I had second thoughts about even attending this event, since I haven't had great experiences with festivals in the rain. Apprehensively following google maps, my phone told me it was within a 5 minute walk. This threw me off since I heard no music at all which was odd. Taking a left turn into a sketch alley nearby a scrap yard, I noticed a small line in front of a run down warehouse. I figured I made it this far so might as well go in.
Delighted with a feeling of relief, the interior was pretty rad. Each section had a separate wing that catered to different forms of entertainment. The main courtyard had an artsy ambiance with a beer truck conveniently in the middle. To the right, was a section with an electronic-infused dance floor while the other alleyways led to the bands. It was a maze at first, but that was half the fun. After drinking four pints, wandering around tight corridors of a warehouse which felt like a closed down movie theatre from the 80's was worth any previous thoughts of anxiety. To think I was on the borderline of skipping this event was beyond me.
All around, the music was great. Personal favorites were Courtly Love, Nightworkers and Younghusband. It's refreshing seeing up-and-coming bands like these perform for an event which was donating their profits towards MS research. A willingness to play for a cause without receiving much personal gain merits some well-deserved respect.
I really don't think a festival like this would ever happen in the US, so I was grateful having experienced it. There was just too much for my eyes and ears to fully comprehend. it all sparked a feeling I have always longed for when abroad. A feeling of having no itinerary for my senses. Being without a plan or destination has always been a long chapter in my life which seems to give me some form of indescribable joy. Unknown pleasures, if you will.