Disaster in Switzerland...waiting to happen ...Montrea Jazz Festival
Monday, July 20, 2009, 04:05 PM
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After skipping going to the Jazz festival last year due to the big increase in ticket prices,this year i wanted to experience Miss Grace Jones live and off we went.The cost per ticket being Sfr90.00 per person which i thought ok ......a special treat.
Why a disaster u may ask....let me describe what we had experienced...on arrival in the main entrance a change from previous vists there was a live show right there which certainly did give an instant atmosphere and lots of people standing listening...first get your bangle so that there is no long wait at the last moment and i must say that the group of young people this year were proficient and polite.
Next to have a quick smoke we went out on the terrace and that had also changed having seating to the right filled with bodies and to the left a narrow run also fitted with seating and every available seat occupied...looking over the terrace there we saw a sea of people and we thought oh this is going to be hell even to get a drink let alone something to eat.Down the many wooden steps we went and just there was a pancake stand doing large pancakes stuffed with various delicious goodies...so we stood and waited to be served and lo and behold we experienced excellent service and great ...once again...young staff.There was no going further as the mass of people was too much of an effort and besides the concert would start at 8pm with a supporting group who always open for Miss Jones.
Friends had taken up positions at 7.30 and were right in front and we ambled in at 8.10 where we found the room ¾ full and the stage set at an odd angle with two screens on either side.
Miss Jones was to take to the stage at 10.pm so just before that we went in search for a drink and a smoke although smoking was allowed inside the venue we rather went outside as my friend had his T-Shirt burnt and i had a burn on the arm.
On returning to the room we noticed that there were so many more people and we squeezed our way to more or less the middle and that seemed very rude to those who stood their ground...well we all paid the same price so make best of whats there.The star was due at 10pm and at 20 mins past Miss Jones,who is famous for keeping here paying guests waiting made her appearance dressed in a somewhat revealing outfit with what one has been come to expect space age hat.
Her voice was great and the music as one knows of Miss Jones.Second song came with a black out first and a few words from her in the dark and voila there she was changed into another outfit with a different hat.The outfit looked like a g-string covering her cabbage patch which i thought was a disappointment for me as i was experiencing an older woman...sure she must be 60 something and then when she turned around we saw her bare butt!!Why with the great voice and music all this.
Each song brought on a new outfit with a hat...fashion show...waiting to see what she would be wearing next.The mirror ball hat was a sensation but after that we decided that was enough as by this time we were being shoved by the hundreds more pushing to get in and the room was full of smoke.It was at this stage that i said i am out of here as should there be a fire we are toast.
Why so many people ,well all those that have special passes as they work for little apparently and may visit any event free of charge and this bore out the fact that there were a LOT of people wearing their special badges.
As one exists the double doors u are faced with ...what looks like..cattle rails which stand on four protruding feet...i happened to trip over the second one...what a laugh!We took up a position on the staircase to the left with many others sitting on the same and watched as more people squeezed into the venue with space left for another 30 .This is where i become rather concerned and ahead of us was and exit door with a step up..the first rather deep and then a smaller one and this led onto the balcony and here people were coming and going in both directions.We ventured to the balcony to get a drink and what a shock there were thousands of people everywhere and as we proceeded down the narrow passage the girls ahead of us fell and when we got to that spot we noticed that there were three large plastic dustbins which caused the trip...here the coming and going was restricted to one way traffic so we had to wait our turn to pass this deadly trap.Drink in hand we went back to the inside staircase as there was just no room outside...unless of course we went down to the bottom where a stream of people were milling about.
Then we waited for the concert to finish as we wanted to chat to friends and merely watched how this room would empty .They came out rather ark like two by two.....so imagine if there was a stampede...with only one personnel on the gate!In the case of emergence exit up those dangerous stairs to the balcony or up the stairs to the main exit and this is where i thought enough people on that staircase in a panic and we would have a picture of...Dante`s Inferno.Mangled bodies as each trampled the next.
So after 30 mins we left and at the top of the staircase there was the fire department kiosk with three personel.I decided to ask(do u speak English and he replied also French and what ever language) why so many people were allowed to cram into the venue and at what risk should there be a fire.
He simply looked at me and said ...Yes..i then said should i write to someone and he said....Yes write.Should he care........ there was no fire!
So this will be my last visit to a wonderful Festival as why should i pay for high risk with little control as to how many people are allowed in the venue.I guess they will tell me to read the small print:HUH!!!
This would have made some reporter very famous with true Pictures not only of the crush possibilties but the amazing collage of a colorful people at their best...buzzed up to have a good time dressed in what every which way and those falling about from whatever and with wide glazed over eyes.Best seller headed....A Day in the Life Of the Jazz Festival.