Bright blue skies and kisses of sunshine makes me think of my favourite time of the year: it's just about time for festival season. Cue much wooping.
Thanks to currently straddling that awful time in life where uni ends and reality kicks in, its been hard to make any coherent plans for welly boot wearing, pear cider sloshing and staggering around an increasingly mucky field in remote rural English corners, and it's slightly worrying me. I'm a firm believer that, just as food always tastes better in the fresh air (bbqs. case closed), nothing can top the reverb echoing across the fields from some distant main stage. With Glastonbury tickets sold out and that week dedicated to my summer job anyway, its time to set out on a new plan; festival must haves this year include Phoenix, the xx and Vampire Weekend. I'll keep you posted as to how things pan out...
Things have already kicked off on the other side of the pond at Coachella, smack bang in the middle of a Californian desert with a line up to jizz over: staples like Muse and MGMT mix with personal faves Matt and Kim, Miike Snow and Passion Pit or newly discovered treasures like The Glitch Mob or Major Lazer, followed by Deadmau5, Aeroplane and Tiesto to take you through the night. Am postively trembling with jealousy. Can't quite imagine what festival-ling in a desert might be, (hot, sweaty and with interesting portaloo facilities most likely)but the opportunity to catch ANY of the lineup instead of being trapped with looming deadlines would be one to savour.
In honour of great music being played in fields, parks, and other wide open spaces this summer, I was going to try and do a retrospective of timeless festival moments.... but am instead going to showcase some of my favourite live moments which played out at Glastonbury 2009, year of the 9 hour bus journey/rural pub crawl from Brizzle and boiling hot sunshine. Words can't really describe the immenseness but perhaps some of this videos can help convey a sense of the buzzing atmosphere.
N*E*R*D: Rockstar
Absolutely cracking this was: NERD came onstage to a barrage of boos for keeping the crowd and left to a chorus of both screams and anger as their over-running made the Glasto organisers shut them down. In true anarchist style Pharrel helped tens of keen fans onstage to help keep the show running. Bloody good. Really enjoying the white middle-class hand pumps going on across the crowd here.
Saturday Night: THE BOSS!
Two and a half hours of sheer MAGIC. Having battled to get into the inner sanctuary of the first barriers all that was left to do was remove the wellies and get gently battered with new forty year old mates to the sounds of the fittest fifty something about. HELLO. Typically, all time fave Dancing in the Dark was saved for the end. We all loved it.
The last night proved to be a tussle between the Blur love in on the main stage or getting a bit grimey with my sound of summer 2009: THE PRODIGY! So much energy, so many shouts of "Where my WARRIORS" meant there was no better end to a weekend than hollering COME WITH ME TO THE DANCEFLOOR in everyone's faces.
Finally, although this didn't take place at Glastonbury, it's a fine example of the musical magic that can be conjured in Festival-land. Lykke Li meets Miike Snow and get it on to Kings of Leon. Unbelivable.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
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