Or Adri
In 2013 we arrived, the “Aviv Mark and Death” band, to perform for the first time in Indingev in the specific format, at 10 am, on the elephant stage. All the festival participants are fast asleep, exhausted from two days of festivities. The elephant plaza was empty as if we were in a border observatory on a day when there is no Indingev.
Or Adri Photography: Gonny Riskin
After a short balance in which Aviv gave a lot of constructive comments to the description (in daylight!), he started to announce on the microphone “get up you whores”, and within 5 minutes the square was filled with hooligans as if we were in Woodstock 99. During the (excellent and unforgettable) performance, Aviv shouted again And again – loudly, into the microphone, a meter from the police – that the audience would bring us backstage all the drugs they have, and also listed all the possible types of drugs. Let’s just say we had a really funny ride home. Hello to the “death” band.
Rotem Bar Or (ANGELCY)
Broadly speaking, we can say that the band was founded partly thanks to Indingev. I was sitting with Yaron Gan (a friend who became the band’s manager at the beginning), and he asked me where I wanted to go with the music. I said “indingv”. With this goal in mind we formed a band. This festival, its existence and the scene around it gave an address to my dream, and like me to many other artists.
So of course before our show in Indingv I was very stressed. We had very little experience, and the class was stressful. I came to see Benny Bashan’s concert, which was before our soundcheck, and his thing is not to take anything heavy, and everything is funny and absurd and cute with him. It freed me a little, gave me perspective – a bit of freedom between me and the drama of a “big and important performance”. And it was really a big and important show, but with the Happy End.
Abigail Kobari
While I’m sitting on the couch in the ninth month, jealous of everyone who will be at the upcoming Indingev (but excited about the alternative program that awaits me), I cherish a sweet memory from the beloved festival. It was in 2016, when I got the chance for the first time with my dear band to sing and jump with the wireless microphone the length and breadth of the main monkey stage of the Indingv – the same stage I’ve been drooling over for several years.
After a second album, learning about false submissions to various festivals, I received another email saying “unfortunately”, but this time there was also a glimmer of hope – although we were not accepted into the official line-up, we did enter the “Indiscar” competition – where the audience could vote and choose who it was Want to see as an opening act for the most anticipated event in the indie scene.
If there is a skill that I have deeply perfected in all my years as an independent musician, it is lowering expectations (the most profitable mechanism, in my life), so when I received another email announcing that “Kobari won the most votes”, I was in the clouds. But as mentioned, until something doesn’t happen it doesn’t happen. Actual clouds accompanied the announcement, but on the big day signs of a storm began to emerge a few minutes before the desert doors opened. A gloomy sky dripped, the audience got stuck in traffic jams, sand flew in the eyes, and the production people were seen in frustration, wrapping the consoles in huge nylons. Looks like our show is about to be cancelled.
It required a delay of two hours and a cool and comforting bottle of Arak, but at the end the sky began to clear and the stage manager emerged and urged us to go up: there is still time for a quick show, just don’t delay the rest of the schedule. There were maybe only a few dozen people who managed to come and be witnesses – but the feeling was sublime. The second skill I have cultivated in my creative life is to remember that every pair of ears that is there, gives birth to infinity. and so it was. Thanks to those who voted.
Daniel San Creaf
Indingv 2019, twenty minutes before going on stage, and I discovered that I had forgotten to bring my fractionalist’s equipment. The day before he left the equipment in my car, but I left with another vehicle, so all of his equipment was left far behind. I mean, my player came to the festival and has nothing to play – because of me.
Daniel San Cruyff. Photo: Zoharon
The second I discover the fadiha, a cup of coffee, with all the mud from the end, flies over my face and clothes. how?! Don’t ask me, it was a colleague who accidentally threw the glass in my direction, without noticing, and it all spilled on me. blow! I’m boiling, I have to go on stage, and I’m just shocked that all this is happening to me now.
I immediately went to wash my shirt in the audience’s bathroom, I’m crying and hoping that the shirt will dry on me during the performance, because it’s blazing hot. We quickly improvised some percussion with help from some other artists, and somehow we played. Now, 2022, I’m coming to the festival with my second album, “There’s a place to return”. I have no problem with something like this happening again. Because I know I’ll handle it well, just like last time.
Yishai Berger
The first time we played with Tabrank in Indingev, a young man came up to me, enthusiastic on the verge of being excited, and said that he enjoyed the performance very much, and was also very interested in how I and the rest of the band were doing. I thought to myself “what a cute man, he is probably the nicest man I will meet today”.
Yishai Berger. Photo: Tomer Applebaum
A few days later I received a friend request on Facebook from the same guy, and it turns out that it was Assaf Ben David, the owner of Indingev. Things like this exactly turn me on to the “production” side of being part of a festival, and here in our tiny country – as rare as they are.