<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Mud on vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/mud/</link><description>Recent content in Mud on vo.rs</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2017 09:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/mud/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Roskilde 2017: The Year the Mud Won</title><link>https://vo.rs/encore/roskilde-2017/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2017 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://vo.rs/encore/roskilde-2017/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Every Roskilde regular keeps a private ranking of the years, and 2017 is filed, in most of the ones I know, under &lt;em&gt;the muddy one&lt;/em&gt;. The rain came on the Friday and the site never fully recovered its footing; the camping fields turned to the particular grey-brown churn that gets into your boots, your tent, your food and your soul, and by the back half of the week you were navigating a hundred thousand people&amp;rsquo;s worth of trodden mud on progressively less sleep. And yet — this is the thing about Roskilde — it was still, by common agreement of nearly everyone I spoke to, a magnificent week. The mud won the war of attrition. It did not win the festival.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>