7 posts tagged “glastonbury”
Here's part two....
Saturday. I caught about three minutes of VV Brown as I trundled past the Pyramid. But I had a more interesting appointment with one of the world’s greatest entertainers, the mighty Rolf Harris. Thousands turned out to see him, his appearance on the Jazz World Stage resulting in total gridlock around the festival site. He made being a living legend look easy. Although the man’s music is more about comedy than virtuosity, you can’t argue with 70 thousand people singing along to “Tie Me Kangaroo Down” in the blazing heat of Saturday lunchtime at Glastonbury. I think he brought some of the Aussie weather with him this year. Perfect!
And the fun didn’t stop there, because back at the Pyramid, on came Spinal Tap, who delivered one of the most hilarious “rock outs” I’ve ever seen. Yes, they had the little Stonehenge, complete with dancing midget druids, and yes, they did play “Sex Farm” and various crowd-pleasers of a similar ilk. But it was the witty banter and the genius lyrics that really made me smile. Undoubtedly, they were another highlight. And shockingly, their drummer survived!
I took root around the Pyramid stage for a few hours. Next up was Dizzee Rascal. Well, I’m no expert on rap, but this guy blew us all away with his energy, his beats and his rhymes. I love his tune “Bonkers” especially. He also drew a much bigger crowd than you might expect, people were loving it, and he put to bed any suggestion that urban acts don’t belong at the Festival. I’d recommend this to anyone, even those who claim they don’t like rap, because his energy is infectious.
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for Crosby, Stills and Nash who bummed me out. I was looking forward to catching this, but to be fair it was disappointing and seemed to go for ages. You could tell people weren’t enjoying it, the crowd was smaller and people started to drift away. For some reason, it just wasn’t very engaging. Maybe a more intimate venue would have been better? Or, dare I say it, maybe they are past it?
I opted for another dose of Maximo over more “special guests” at The Park (who turned out to be the Klaxons), and I’ve spoken about them enough so I’ll just say it was a decent enough gig but not as good as Thursday’s Q-stage effort. I was very taken with Paul Smith’s nifty blue suit though. As evening approached they played “Questing, not Coasting”. This is the band’s most recent single, and probably the weakest, and I became consumed with thoughts of chips. So I got some.
We spent the evening watching a little known band called Edward II in the Fields of Avalon (now there’s a phrase I never thought I’d type), who play a charming combination of sea shanty and reggae. Bizarre but good, I really enjoyed it, dancing round like a goon and mucking around for the duration.
Night fell, and it was a short hop to Trash City, which was full of fire breathing mechanical creations, a tilted dancefloor in the shape of a giant pinball machine, a New York drag club, giant skulls hanging from trees and other inexplicable delights. Here, the freaks and weirdos came out to play, with fairies, punks, bears and bikers all over the place, all smiling, all enjoying one of the biggest parties of the year. For me, sleep came too quickly.
End of Part Two!
This is a review of this year's Glastonbury Festival, in Pilton, UK - in three parts, fully illustrated (ha ha!)
I’ve just about recovered from this year’s festival. You need about a week to fully recharge and get this thing out of your system, catch up on your sleep and (of course) watch the BBC highlights from the comfort of your armchair.
We had the mud, the overindulgence, the cider, the lack of sleep and the sore feet of course, but as the sun peeped around the clouds on Friday morning, I knew it was going to be a much more civilised affair this year.
Being possible to sit on the grass for most of the weekend, a rare joy in itself, I took every opportunity to remove my boots and socks to give my feet some air, much to the consternation of those in close proximity. When it did rain, it was warm, welcome and thunderous, with stabs of lightening which, far from being threatening, simply added to the magic. For the most part, blistering heat prevailed, suncream was the order of the day and cool, refreshing cider went down at an alarming rate.
The site gets bigger and bigger each year. They pack so much in. This is now my seventh Glastonbury – I’ve been coming on and off since 1997 – and in the nineties there was no such thing as Shangri-La, Trash City or The Park. Although I do seem to remember an area called Lost Vagueness from years ago, but it’s an appropriately hazy recollection. It’s no exaggeration to say that it takes well over an hour to walk (slowly) around the whole site.
And why rush when there are so many delights and distractions along the way. This year was definitely the year of chilling out, hanging out and letting the forces of circumstance work their magic. Rushing to catch such and such on the Other Stage, frantic dipping in and out of the John Peel Tent to see some overrated new band, and crushing myself up with the kids to get to the front is now a thing of the past. Although I did crush myself up with the kids on Thursday to watch Maximo open the festival in the Q tent. I guess I just got a little over excited.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. For all intents and purposes, Glastonbury is now a five day festival. So, in blazing sunshine, we jumped on the coach in Manchester at 9am on Wednesday morning all excited. This was short-lived excitement as it took us 14 hours to get there. We arrived late, in the dead of night, due to ridiculous, gridlocked traffic. It was a shocker, the worst ever according to festival organiser Michael Eavis.
Although coach-locked scallies threatened like black clouds on a clear day, mercifully they remained quiet even when frustration and heat stroke finally set in. They were all early drinkers anyway, and some fell asleep. The vodka was flowing and we hadn’t even left the M6. One girl (“date-rape girl” as she became known) demonstrated that it was possible to drink oneself into a stupor, sleep for six hours with your knickers in the air, wake up, be desperately hungover and then make a full recovery just in time to get off the bus and present herself, ticket in hand, at Pedestrian Gate A, fresh as a daisy.
Of course, as soon as we arrived and got ourselves fed and watered (life saving sausage rolls, Danny!), all thoughts of the coach were banished and Thursday, “cider-bus” day, dawned. Yes, the day when I traditionally get wrecked on Somerset’s finest was upon us once again, and I certainly wasted no time glugging down a few pints of medium sweet which certainly got the juices flowing.
It’s lethal stuff. Three pints and I’m singing. Four, and I’m anybodies. It also didn’t help that I followed it up with a rather tasty cocktail of 1part undisclosed energy drink, 2 parts Strongbow, and 3 parts red wine courtesy of some nice kids who I met at the Q stage watching Maximo. Basically, other than drinking, talking a lot and wondering about, that was Thursday. What fun!
Here we are in the sun, enjoying ourselves:
Friday. The main stages open and things kick off. I’ll admit I did start the day slightly hungover, but this was banished with force of will and the might of a veggie burger! So I decide not to waste time faffing about and get on with the day. It had rained overnight, so wellies were the order of the day, and although I’ll admit the photos do look a bit drab, this was nothing compared to previous years. NOTHING!
I’m going to say a few words about everything that I saw or heard, so sit tight! Over breakfast, the sound of ABBA on the breeze – it was Bjorn Again on the Pyramid Stage, rocking up the classics like “Gimme, Gimme, Gimme” and “Mamma Mia”! I didn’t dawdle. I was in serious music mode with no time for cheese!
Swinging by The Other Stage (after a truly boring encounter with the Orange Chill and Charge tent), I caught a few songs by The Maccabees, who were OK but sadly, I’d have to assign the tag “landfill indie” to them as their set didn’t really grab me. Like a lot of MOR indie-by-numbers, they are just a bit dull. Hey ho. Hotfooting it up to The Park, I caught Gaz Coombs of Supergrass fame playing covers – a unadvertised “special guest” no less – and he was great, rocking out all over the place. That got my musical tastebuds fizzing, and about time too.
Finding myself a nice bench to rest my tired legs, I chilled out to the delightful sounds of Emiliana Torrini and band, who I’d never heard of but played a selection of delightful, heart-on-sleeve, low key songs. She has a gorgeous voice and a wonderful band, and will be someone worth checking out again now I’m back in the real world.
I wanted to catch Friendly Fires who were down on The Other Stage, and they didn’t disappoint with their hip-shaking, bum-swinging, hands-in-the-air percussion lead pop. They are a terrific festival band with a very energetic singer who has, shall we say, some serious moves! I danced and sang along as best I could. A particular highlight was their track “Paris”, its full bloodied and punchy. I urge you to check it out.
Back to The Park for the evening, and after catching the end of The Horrors, who bored me on this occasion I’m afraid by virtue of being too bleak for such a lovely day, it was time for Animal Collective who were amazing. I guess they are actually quite difficult to describe – so here’s a sample -
End of Part One!
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What is it about standing in a field, freezing your nuts off, being hungry and thirsty, dog tired, with pitch black wilderness all around, miles from anywhere, and the occassional smell of human excrement drifting across from the septic tank, that can be so life affirming?
No, this wasn't Glastonbury. This was Congleton.
This Sunday the entire band and a hardy collection of photographers and film makers decamped from the safety of Manchester city centre and arrived at a rather delightful location in the heart of the Cheshire countryside, with the express intention of putting together a few promo shots and making a start on the video that is being planned to accompany the track "Clockworks".
But by golly, it was cold. I think it should be made illegal for those of an artistic persuassion to step outside in the winter months. In fact, I think I shall become a seasonal mammal, and hibernate myself away until Spring. Mind you, with all this global warming, I could be up and about at anytime, or maybe sleep to the year 5 billion.... Anyway, I digress.
We were under strict instructions that coats had to be removed while shots were being taken. I'll admit this wasn't as much of a problem inside. We were lucky enough to conduct the first part of the shoot in an interior location, a rather delightful house that seemed to have remained untouched for thirty years. All terribly retro and cool, with floral wall paper, dead flies and crusty carpets. At one point I was stuffed unceremoniously into a wardrobe. Future generations will remember this as the classic "This Morning Call" wardrobe shot, and prints will adorn the interior of undergraduate bedrooms in art colleges and red brick institutions. Right next to the one of Bob Marley smoking a "magic" ciggy, and Kurt Cobain looking long haired and scrappy as he pulls at his guitar which seems to have been superglued to the floor. You know the one I mean.
Anyway, it was the outdoor work that I'll remember the most. The concept was a simple one. A magic, outdoor disco. So up went mirror balls, christmas decorations and lava lamps, all attaching themselves to a tree; a tree which had two knobbly bits that looked liked big boobs. Mark wanted to stand by them. He's always on about boobs.
When the sun finally set and the stage lights were turned on, it was rather like a winter wonderland, all glittery and sparkly and disco-like. By this stage the air was freezing in my lungs and I'd lost a finger to frost bite. That wasn't quite so magical. But I'm really looking forward to viewing the piccies, I think they'll be really good. The whole thing really seemed to come to life.
I wont say too much more about it today, as obviously I'm not in a position to actually show you any of the finished work, and the video is a different kettle of fish entirely which I'll talk about at length at a later date.
Rest assured that I think everybody found it to be an extremely creative and exciting day, and there was a big round of applause when the final photo was taken and it was time to go home.
I'd like to express my warmest thanks to Lisa, Matthew and Nick, and Matthew's family, for hosting us. I think they all turned out to say hello - grandmas, uncles, neighbours and the rest. I might also suggest at this point that anybody else wanting any photos done should contact any of the above via the links in our Top Friends, or search for Black Cherry Photography at:
http://www.blackcherryphotography.co.uk/
The best piccies will no doubt grace our MySpace and Vox Blog pages at some point in the very near future and we can have a feast for the eyes as well as the ears!
I'm currently stood near a radiator listening to "In Rainbows". I love warmth.
Ben
Well, I was going to post this imaginatively titled entry into the canon last week but I’ve had a terribly serious case of man flu that has resulted in me loafing around and feeling sorry for myself, and obviously completely incapacitated in every possible way, so much so that I can’t even bring myself to sit at a keyboard and type a few short words for your entertainment.
I think I can safely say that we have arrived at 2008, and today being Monday 7th January means for most of us its probably the most depressing day of the year as we are all back in work, and also the day when most of us start thinking about new challenges and changes of jobs! I dare say they’ll be a fair few hours in my office spent trawling the internet as various members of staff decide they are fed up of the place and start looking for something else.
I was thinking the other day which records and artists have most impressed me in 2008. It’s always nice to have a little retrospective, so here we go.
In terms of albums, “Attack/Sustain/Decay/Release” by Simian Mobile Disco stands out for me as a great dance album, and I’ve also enjoyed !!! (pronounced chik chik chik I understand) who are on Warp Records, with their album “Myth Takers”. All in all, it’s been a good year for Warp with both the excellent Battles album “Mirrored” and “Our Earthly Pleasures” by Maximo Park being brilliant too. I’d also be keen to mention the new Bjork album, “Volta” which came out this year, and although I don’t think its as good as some of her previous works, there’s a few great tracks on there. I’m a massive Bjork fan. Her set at Glastonbury was one of the highlights of the year for me. A lot of end of year polls have mentioned “Myths of the Near Future” by the Klaxons as being the album of the year, and it’s a record I’ve enjoyed as well, so well done to them. I also liked “Control” by Good Books, which featured their excellent single “Passchendaele”. I haven’t yet heard the new Radiohead album, as I’m not into downloading music I’m afraid, no matter how free it is, but I dare say I’ll be acquiring a copy on CD and hopefully that’ll be good too.
In terms of singles and one-off’s, you can’t go wrong with a bit of Manchester pop, and I think the recent offering from Take That, “Rule the World”, is one of the finest pop records of the decade and fair play to Gary Barlow and chums for having a bit of a renaissance this year, its been brilliant. Slightly more alternative but no less fun was the great single “Lets make love…” from CSS, which is guaranteed to get me dancing. I just love that sine wave analogue synth sound over the bridge. Returning with a heavy, up-tempo sound, the recent offering from Bloc Party is a real winner – unfortunately I can’t remember the title off the top of my head, but it’s been on Radio One a lot. If someone could enlighten me, that would be marvellous. It’s a good record. Good records too from Cold War Kids and Crowded House, who return with a beautiful melancholic single called “Pour Le Monde”.
On a local or unsigned level, this year I’ve been impressed by the acoustic strummings of Becca Williams, Kev Fox and Liz Green, three solo artists with really distinctive sounds, and of course, Vox’s own Suzie Wilkins who we met at “The End Of Camden” gig. I also came across a Manchester band called The Travelling Band during In The City, who I thought were marvellous, playing Crosby, Stills and Nash type folk indie with a ridiculous amount of contributors. Other local treats included Tetchi, who supported us at our Futuresonic gig way back in March doing ambient, trance and paganist dance music, and Ollie Farshi, an old friend who has delighted and impressed me with his output this year in the downtempo electronica vein. I think he's putting an album together for next year. On MySpace, I discovered a band called Elliot Jack from Birmingham, with whom I have a lot in common as we are both Doctor Who addicts. They sent me a copy of their recent DIY album. It was a real treat of sweet, electronic tinged folk, pop and acoustic music. I urge you to get a copy by contacting the band directly on MySpace.
Biggest disappointment to me this year was the realisation that once again, the hype in Manchester seems to be surrounding some real pap, such as The Courteneers and another outfit, Twisted Wheel. I attended a gig by a band called The Children, who apparently went on to become Twisted Wheel, and I thought it was a bit cack although they managed to fill Academy 3, so they must be doing something right, or have a lot of friends. I also saw another band, Air Cav, at the Night and Day and although I thought they were good, I was a bit disappointed with the turn out and it was really lacking in atmosphere. Where are all the music lovers? Pissing about on the internet at home, I dare say! And, of course, The Ting Tings, not a bad band but somewhat overrated IMO.
So there we go, I think 2007 has been a great year for music, and I think there’s going to be some real treats in 2008 as well. Bring it on.
Still trying to work out with the help of vox staff why I can't upload any new music - its a real pisser but I'm working on it. In the meantime, all our up top date mixes of our best tunes are available on MySpace.
(I've got new music to upload but after a week of trying, the site wont let me! I've had to email IB for help. Let me know if anybody is having similar problems. You'll have to make do with this. Well, I think its interesting....!)
I was forwarded a link today from a friend with whom I have been having lots of discussion recently about the state of the Manchester music scene.
Now, I know alot of people reading this blog probably wont give a monkeys about the various local bands dotted around our trusty city - of course, you are all This Morning Call fans, so local trashy rock bands probably aren't on the agenda - however, as we seem to surrounded by them, we should aquaint ourselves.
http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/2653397
For those of you who can't be bothered to read all that muguffins, here's a quick once over. Basically, its a review of the Ritz gig featuring The Courteneers and Twisted Wheel, followed by various other bits and pieces about other Manchester bands, followed by a much more interesting discussion from various posters about how they feel about the aforementioned bands and if they really represent the "scene", whatever that may be.
(pause here while I pour a glass of wine)
So, lets reopen the debate again about the state of things. Does the apparent success of Twisted Wheel and The Courteeners represent a brave new dawn for Mcr bands, or is it retreading the same old ground that we've heard time and time before, with added ego, and less talent?
Between us, I know we know alot of bands in Manchester. Some are obviously better than others, but I do like to think that the majority of people that I'm involved with on a regular basis are pretty good, and certainly better than average. With regards to the bands mentioned in that link, they are good, for sure, but the world is full of good bands. What I want to hear are great bands. New bands. Exciting bands. Bands that are offering something a little different. Nobody can claim that either Twisted Wheel or The Courteeners are offering something new or different, no matter how much you are into them. It feels very Manchester, very traditional, very "5th ave", very.... well dull.
Lets look at a few examples. Band(ism) - who have apparently disbanded sadly - were a decent bunch, and they certainly had a look and a performance that, although it may not have been to everyones taste, certainly stuck in the mind. It was a bit different, all white suits and hats. Becca Williams, who I have oft mentioned, has great songs, a big gob and a lovely onstage personality, and has gigged extensively around town to reasonable aclaim. A brilliant solo performer in my opinion, but the recordings aren't as good. Then we come to The Travelling Band, who managed a few centimeters of press in the metro recently, and who deserve an awful lot more if you want my opinion. Their recent gig at Enchanted Brave was one of the highlights of In The City 2007. I think this is a band that is best appreciated in a small venue with a real ale in your hand, because when I saw them at Glastonbury it didn't really work as well. But yeah, great stuff.
Now, I can't claim to have seen either Twisted Wheel or The Courteeners live, but I have seen The Ting Tings. The Ting Tings have the rather unfortunate problem of being the band everybody "quite likes". I kid you not, absolutely everyone I speak too (except Jake) said that they "quite liked" The Ting Tings. This includes other member of TMC, A+R men, including some rather senior people, press, other bands and your average lovely music fan. I saw them at a gig at Islington Mill in spring and I have to say that .... I quite liked them. But that was it really, I didn't have much of an opinion either way. So there we go, we "quite like" the Ting Tings.
Oh I've just remembered my friend Johnny said he was really into that "say my name" song by The TT's. He must be the exception that proves the rule!
I went to watch another local band who I've been hearing about alot recently last Friday, Air Cav, and again, I thought "here's another good band". I wish I could have seen these when there was more than about 40 people in the audience because we were really struggling for atmosphere, which was a shame. But, yeah, I'd say check these guys (and girls) out and see what you think. I don't think it'll be to everybodies taste, but I liked it.
But lets put things into perspective here. The best bands I've seen this year have not been from Manchester. Whether it be the brilliant Maximo Park album and the associated stuff thats coming out of Newcastle, to the brilliant Suzie Wilkins, with whom we were lucky to share a stage with in London, to the new darlings of Camden, Fox Cubs, who we also played with and and were great, but fit neatly into the "indie-disco" scene that we are all, lets face it, are getting a little bit fed up with. And then Ghosts who we supported at the Hard Rock who clearly had a very professional and well realised performance.
(pause for third glass of wine)
I was hoping that with the sad death of Tony Wilson this year, our city might undergo something of a sea change in music. And there's time yet. I'd like to see some new styles breaking through. This is what has inspired This Morning Call. The need to try and break down a few barriers, do something different, unexpected. Try and engage and audience firstly with a project that is predominately downtempo, and secondly that has this interesting mix of guitars and electronics, cellos and saxophones. Didn't Dave Haslam say that Manchester was a wonderful melting pot of styles, a cradle of experimentation. Something like that. You know, like Manchester has one of the best higher education music colleges in the world but nobody ever seems to mention it. The talent here does not just lie in rock. Lets try joining the dots. Like a Manchester Sigor Ros with Jimmy Summerville as the front man....no joke.... !
(bit pissed now)
Yeah, I know, there's alot of barriers to break down, we've just scratched the surface but hey, take the easy option and go visit The Courteeners MySpace. I'm heartened to know that even this week, we've had A+R from EMI contact us who don't want to sign rock bands, wanting demos. Wanting to hear something different. And with a bit of luck, it will happen.
Bed time now.
Ben
Well, I'm back.
As you may have seen from various news reports, it wasn't the driest Glastonbury Festival on record; indeed, it's been the wettest weekend in June in the UK since records began, which is an awfully long time ago. With flooding in many parts of the UK resulting in loss of life and transport chaos, it comes as no surprise that this year's Glastonbury Festival was also a total "mudfest". We are talking serious, wellies required mud here. Not for the faint hearted.
However, this year we had one big advantage. We had been forewarned! The marvellous British institution that is the Met Office informed us well in advance of the impending deluge and in the light of this information, brollies, wellies and rain coats were all packed and taken to Pilton enabling one hundred and seventy seven thousand festival goers defied the elements and had one hell of a party.
This year's
Glastonbury was the largest arts festival ever held. It took all day
just to walk from one side of the farm to the other. There were
literally hundreds of stages, dedicated to all different types of
quality music from around the world. The famous Pyramid Stage featured,
in my mind, the rather controversial choice of headline acts which were
the Artic Monkeys (Fri, my friend said they were "just OK"), The
Killers (Sat) and The Who (Sun), while The Other Stage (which is just
as big) featured Bjork (Fri), Iggy and the Stooges (Sat), and The
Chemical Brothers (Sun).
Although the live music and fun didn't start until Friday, most of us turned up on Wednesday to soak up some atmosphere and the campsite was filling up rapidly by mid afternoon. I'd strongly advise anybody going to Glasto in the future to turn up as early as possible as the camping areas get ridiculously full very quickly. Prepare to be very well acquainted with your neighbours throughout the weekend. I travelled light, with only a tent, sleeping bag, three bottles of vodka, a torch, boots and wellies and some clean clothes for company. In actual fact the coach down was so quick and easy, and it dropped me so close to where I was camping, that I barely carried my luggage 500 yards all day.
One of the great, unsung features of Glastonbury is the great array of foods available. You could eat your way round the site. The emphasis is defiantly on vegan, veggie and healthy foods washed down with cider and more cider. But there were plenty of meat options on offer as well. Its London prices so be warned. £3.50 a pint of cider. I didn't think that was too bad to be honest, all things considered.
Lets talk music. Bjork was amazing. One of my main reasons for going this year was to catch this set, and she didn't disappoint. She emerged wearing a mushroom shaped hat and long coat, but this soon gave way to a multicoloured flowing outfit with a silver painted forehead. She played a selection of hits, with at least one tune from each of her albums. Despite making a balls up of playing "5 years" (I don't think anybody noticed apart from obsessives like me), the set was excellent, and the triple-header of "Hyperballad", "Pluto" and "Declare Independence" was a magnificent finale. I must say the rendition of "Army of Me" was probably my musical highlight all weekend. Other acts I caught on the Friday were Arcade Fire, who didn't really grab me I'm afraid, The Magic Numbers, for whom the sun shined and we all sang along, someone I can't remember the name of at The Glade Stage, who were doing hip-hop and drum and bass with saxophones and were excellent, Mcr's very own The Travelling Band, who deserve a bigger stage and were terrific, and Bloc Party, who are a very tight band but bored me as I realised I don't like any of their songs, and they didn't play "Two More Years"!
Saturday saw CSS
(excellent, camp nonsense), Babyshambles (outright rubbish, even with a
guest appearance from Kate Moss), Klaxons (all shouting and loudness
and jumping and brilliance), Maximo Park (who should be further up the
bill, simply excellent stuff from them), and The Editors (only caught
part of the set but sounded great). Then onto the Dance Arena. That's
five different stages all catering for different dance music types, and
I caught Mr. Scruff (a bit too downtempo considering the time of
night), and Sasha (what a fantastic Thom Yorke remix he finished on)
plus loads of random stuff.
Sunday will be known as the day I was the most wrecked, and the day in which I had to drink mostly lager because some of the bars had run out of cider! However, Shirley Bassey was probably the highlight – she knows how to hold a crowd and the diamond-encrusted wellies were remarkably clean. The Bond medley was brilliant, and we got "Big Spender" twice. The Kaiser Chiefs played and I have to say they have some great songs but why do they insist on yelling "whoa, whoooa, whoooooooahhhh" at every opportunity? The last show of the festival for me was "The Chemical Brothers" and it was a stunning, stunning show – although I couldn't stay to the end because I needed the loo so much I just had to go.
So that was Glastonbury, and it was amazing. Although I had to get up for the bus early on Monday, the day it closed, I was home by three in the afternoon and started the painful process of readjusting to normal life again. I still have a raging thirst for cider. Luckily, I have some in the fridge waiting for me right now. I honestly don't think the bad weather and the mud spoilt the weekend at all for most people. Out of the four Glastonbury's I've attended (1997, 1998, 2003, 2007), three have been wet and wild and one has been sunny. I guess its all part of the charm. Hopefully, next year we can get a gig there. I shall do a rain dance to try and make this happen!!
I shall be field bound once again.
Ben
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