What do I say about a five hundred person, 2 day Rockabilly festival on an island outside Copenhagen?  Well, I’ve never seen anything like it.

In America, however you define yourself, you can probably find a crew…whether you consider yourself Psychobilly, Rockabilly, Punk, Neo-Punk or Cock Rocker (and yeah, this is a real thing…I still don’t have a handle on what it is exactly, but it does exist).  But in Danmark, it isn’t that easy.  At least, this is what Mille (one of the coolest chicks I’ve ever met…a deejay, PHD student, former  backup dancer for a Los Angeles Psychobilly band, and one of the founders of Gutter Island) told me.  Check her out here:

So whatever you believe…or however you define/don’t define/choose to abhor definitions yourself…you can still come to Gutter Island.

Hence, the weirdest, most surreal configuration of people I’ve ev er seen.  And I was the only American there (at least, I didn’t meet another one).  We slept in tents, peed in the grass and swam in the sea with jellyfish.  We participated in a great many debauchery-laden escapades and met a ton of cool people…and I feel pretty honored to have been there.  I mean, how many American chicks get to hear kickass music on an island, hang with Norwegian bikers and Finnish gangsters…explore the crazy, winding underground catacombs of a former  military base, running across everything from passed out Scandinavians with greaser haircuts to copulating Swedes in old-school torn punk jackets and spiked mohawks.

It was pretty crazy.

So here are just a few of my favorite moments:

Thomas’s best friend (of 36 years!) Peter was commissioned to do this installation project:

The whole thing was in a dark canyon space at the center of the festival…at night, with complete darkness around, it was this gorgeous glowing structure at the center of a black abyss.  I loved watching the project unfold from beginning to end…watching them build the whole thing from scratch, watching people dance like crazy on the stage, watching them REBUILD the structure the next day after people tore it apart by dancing like crazy so that they could once again dance like crazy again that night.

Peter was a great DJ, btw.  Not to mention performance artists.  Wait for it…wait for it…

Odense is the coolest city ever.  Everyday is something new.  First Flowerfest, now Culture Night!

Went to the Branets Museum , where Ina works (and is the greatest tour guide ever)…loved the whole thing…really eclectic work, including some Viggo Mortensen photos!

Saw an exhibit where you get to WEAR the art!   People walking around inside huge flowery contraptions…very Midsummer Nights Dream. And, shocker, of course I had to try it:

Outside was a whacked-out disco-ball installation on the town stage.  People sat on huge bean bag chairs in the flashing disco lights, and Thomas took the most rockin’ Michael Jackson picture of me ever:

And did I mention Denmark’s foremost Elvis impersonator?

We finished the first act of the sceenplay!!!!!!!!!  All it took was many hours, several packs of cigarettes, a bottle of Bicardi and a dejile boyfriend with a knack for structure.