It's often been the first impression I get of a gig. Sometimes I only realize we've done a particular gig/venue before, when I recognize the karzi.
Back-stage bogs are more than a place to crap. They are a mecca for inappropriate behaviour. It's where junkies, crack-heads, cokeheads, doggers & pikers go to do their thing. It's a spiritual void, sanctuary for the naughty.
Of course today I am a very, very responsible character. I only use the gent's for socially acceptable unspeakable acts, but I'm often aware that demons are lurking nearby...
Festival season is an interesting time for bog-heads, as we can see toilets at the very limits of what is acceptable to humans.
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This one was at Tromso Festival in Norway.
It was bad. I held my breath for the whole length of a wee.
I remember unlocking the door, gasping fresh air and seeing a stunningly beautiful Scandinavian girl, stood waiting to use the cubicle.
As she faced me, I was going to say something cool, but I decided on an embarrassed look instead.
I hate these portaloos so much. There's nothing that I can find to say which is positive about them, apart from the flusher, which looks like the hand brake from a Mini Metro._____________________________________________________
I remember this one well. -Electric Gardens in Kent. -A stately feel, a better class of bog. This is a party karzi. It was designed to get loaded in. I particularly liked the lighting. This one gets five stars.
From the same festival: A decent locking door, essential for all dodgy behaviour.
Shame about the bog roll on the floor.________________________________________________________
Whilst backstage at Loch Lomand Festival in Scotland, I took this picture of a well known bass player weeing.
This is also in Scotland. It's a shit business.
Thank you for reading my research. It has been a hugely rewarding exercise for me.
