I was going to blog about my selection of favourite Glastonbury tracks but that will only confuse rather than inform you of my musical taste, if indeed the notion of musical tastes exists at all. For me, music (of all genres) act as triggers to help my (failing) memory recollect certain events that have happened in my life, but also to evoke a mood that allows me to relate to a situation that I’m not familiar with. For example, since the elimination of poverty and the G8 is fairly topical at the moment, I’ve purposely listened to The Cars number Drive, to remind myself of the painful images of those starving, pot-bellied children that we first saw in some horrific detail during the original Live Aid – and yes, the eyes still well-up and gooseflesh is evident throughout, but more importantly that piece of music opens a portal to my body that makes it possible for me to experience physical pain even when I’ve never been subjected to extreme hunger. I’m not sure I fully understand the psychosomatic reactions at play, but there is definitely a link between what we hear and our physical well-being – sort of anti-endorphins I guess. Perhaps that’s why I find myself unconsciously singing along to the Car’s song – if listening to it makes me sad and feel sick, then singing is said to release endorphins that act to neutralise the pain. Ummmm, any bio-chemists out there care to comment?
That brings me to the book I’m currently reading – The Food of Love by Anthony Capella which has nothing to do with music or Shakespeare I’ve only just started it but instinctively know I’m going to enjoy the rest since I’m passionate about food and an absolute sucker for sit-coms.
I can’t remember the last time I went without my daily shower, so after 4 days of sleeping in a water-logged tent and some unexpected mud-rolling, I can fully understand J’s reluctance to give us a big welcome hug when we arrived home at 7:30 this morning 😉
It’s all over for another 2 years, and before you ask, yes we fully intend to go again in 2007! Michael Eavis has said his land needs the extra time to recover, and having seen the state of the fields this morning (rubbish + mud = v. bad news), I can see his point of view. Glastonbury has become bigger and more ‘global’ and yes, a little too ‘public’ for the Glasto veterans who have seen it transform from a medium-sized fringe music festival full of tent burglars to a huge, relatively crime-free and tightly organised commercial venture, that now caters for a wide spectrum of society – from music aficionados, hippies, vagabonds, skunk seekers, permaculturalists, dancers, trancers to … well, just about everybody including ordinary folks. It is entirely possible to go through an entire day without watching a band – there is just *so* much to do!
In the next couple of days, I’ll be updating the Music page with some of my favourite tracks from the event so watch this space …
If you bring children to Glastonbury dont lose them – especially during the headline set (Coldplay) when the police already have their hands full maintaining crowd control … Thank you to the family who looked after J1 – if you identify yourselves though this blog, we will name our next born after one of you. Anyway today has been very arty sort of day – between us we have made a mirror mosaic, a solar powered boat and a clay elf that will be sent to the Tor during the G8 summit. We’ve also spun plates walked on stilts and attempted to unicycle.
Music-wise the ‘find’ of today and probably of the festival is James Blunt ‘So long Jimmy’ will always remind me of our time here. I also came across this – ummmm maybe worth a visit … later 😉
More cider then Garbage, followed by The Beautiful South and sometime during the evening the Wicker man will meet a fiery end.
Yesterday I wanted to grow fins and a set of gills and swim to the music stages but today I just want to be reincarnated as a duck and save a fortune on ponchos and wellies. Glastonbury is now less like Waterworld and more like Ypres, less the dead bodies of course 😉 And the music keeps getting better – we came across Keane doing an impromptu session in the Radio 1 tent but the gig of the day for me was KT Tunstall, followed by Athlete – and I really enjoyed the sassy blues sounds of Taj Mahal.
We all joined hands for the Make Poverty History event at 4pm prompted by Bob Geldof who couldnt resist another pot shot at the G8.
Ok more beer, perhaps a game or two of Carrom before dinner then more Keane, New Order and Coldplay.
So you’ve probably seen the news report about the thunderstorms here – add squelching mud and ripe smells from the long drop latrines and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a great start to Glastonbury! Why wouldnt anyone want to be here?!
Musically, the John Butler Trio from Australia were totally impressive but we were distinctly unthrilled by the Thrills and the Undertones pretty much lived up to their name 😦 J1 and I were too tired to don our wet boots and slop to the Pyramid stage to see the White Stripes so we listened from the relative comfort of our dry tent.
A good, long day and tomorrow promises a return to sunshine and of course Coldplay.
There is a time and place for cider and I can’t think of a more perfect setting than this … sandwiched between the Field of Avalon and Jazz World on a sunny warm evening, and surrounded by beautiful, likeminded people. It’s particularly nice when the cider’s from Julian’s Burrow Hill farm. Tomorrow we are expecting the full complement of 130,000-ish souls and an impressive lineup – can’t wait.
Updated: Not sure why this pic didn’t make it on the first attempt … taken on Thursday – very weird!
Ok boys and girls, we now have mobile blogging from my Nokia 6630! What a PITA this has been to set up, locating a suitable wp-mail.php script that could understand the weird MIME content chucked out by the Nokia email client. In the end, I resorted to Profimail for the S60 and this works a dream. Anyway, this photo of a very large chandelier was taken under one of the arches in Camden Town market / Chalk Farm at the week-end – an ex-flea market now transformed beyond recognition into a fast food mecca (in quantity only, but not necessarily in quality I hasten to add) with a few interesting new age / fetish clothing outlets, but in the main, still full of the usual assortment of weed tokeing down-and-outs, punk rockers (most of them now in their 40s), purveyors of magic mushrooms and the occasional goth. It was certainly an interesting day for the boys!
Look out for more live reports from the field (literally) next week …