Black tar rivers
Jun. 29th, 2005 01:21 pmGlastonbury Festival, 24-26 June 2005
Having been cast in the role of guru and guide for
addedentry's first Glastonbury, I was determined to make sure he got a good taste of the Glastonbury experience. To be fair, I was more thinking of the music, cider, happenings and random hippy shit than the knee-deep mud, but I guess it's all part of the rich tapestry of the... no, wait. Time for some debunking:
Fortunately we arrived on Wednesday afternoon, so we had a day and a half to wander around the site in the glorious heatwave, resist the temptation to buy silly hats, and drink perry with other LiveJournallers. Then came Friday morning... well, I'm not going to go on about the six-hour thunderstorm, the 8-foot-deep lake, the 400+ tents submerged, or the 3m litres of water pumped off the site: you've all seen the news reports and blogs. Suffice to say that the weather, after one morning of TAKING THE PISS, returned us to our scheduled heatwave (it is entirely my own fault that in addition to a muddy lower half I ended up with a badly-sunburned top half).
The main problem with the mud is that it renders it impossible to dash from stage to stage (as you have to do for maximum gig potential). In fact, in some cases, it made it impossible to get to the stage, as when we watched Rilo Kiley from the other side of the John Peel Lake. In one case, it went one stage further and stopped them building the stage in time: we missed Polly Paulusma because the Avalon Stage wasn't finished in time for her set. In more clement conditions we'd have done more, but that's not to say we didn't do anything; 20 bands (and that's not counting the interesting snippets overheard as we walked past other stages) is a pretty action-packed weekend by my reckoning. We saw (or at least heard): Tori Amos (who played two pianos at once and did a lovely cover of "Feelin' Groovy"); The Beautiful South; Billy Bragg; The Broken Family Band (who namechecked the Arbury and helped some people get engaged); Elvis Costello; Fatboy Slim; The Futureheads ("Hounds of Love" with audience participation!); Garbage; The Go! Team; Headland; Interpol; Jem; The Levellers (THERE'S ONLY ONE! WAY! OF LIFE! AND THAT'S! YEROWN!); K. T. Tunstall; The Magic Numbers (who nearly lived up to some of the hype); Rilo Kiley; Solar Fields; Sons & Daughters (alt-country goth metal -- yes please); Martha Wainwright; Yeovil Town Band (non-ironically good, every time); and The Zutons (who may have only been included so that hacks could say "from Athlete to the Zutons", but were still great).
I'm not going to do full-length reviews of them all -- ask me about a particular one if you like, but there are some reviews on the official website which will tell you roughly what happened;
addedentry will cover the music better than I do. What he doesn't have, though, is access to a copy of Photoshop at work; so, cashing in on my sole advantage, I give you:
Having been cast in the role of guru and guide for
"It wouldn't be Glastonbury without the mud!" == NOT ACTUALLY TRUE.
"It's all part of the fun!" == ALSO NOT ACTUALLY TRUE.
Fortunately we arrived on Wednesday afternoon, so we had a day and a half to wander around the site in the glorious heatwave, resist the temptation to buy silly hats, and drink perry with other LiveJournallers. Then came Friday morning... well, I'm not going to go on about the six-hour thunderstorm, the 8-foot-deep lake, the 400+ tents submerged, or the 3m litres of water pumped off the site: you've all seen the news reports and blogs. Suffice to say that the weather, after one morning of TAKING THE PISS, returned us to our scheduled heatwave (it is entirely my own fault that in addition to a muddy lower half I ended up with a badly-sunburned top half).
The main problem with the mud is that it renders it impossible to dash from stage to stage (as you have to do for maximum gig potential). In fact, in some cases, it made it impossible to get to the stage, as when we watched Rilo Kiley from the other side of the John Peel Lake. In one case, it went one stage further and stopped them building the stage in time: we missed Polly Paulusma because the Avalon Stage wasn't finished in time for her set. In more clement conditions we'd have done more, but that's not to say we didn't do anything; 20 bands (and that's not counting the interesting snippets overheard as we walked past other stages) is a pretty action-packed weekend by my reckoning. We saw (or at least heard): Tori Amos (who played two pianos at once and did a lovely cover of "Feelin' Groovy"); The Beautiful South; Billy Bragg; The Broken Family Band (who namechecked the Arbury and helped some people get engaged); Elvis Costello; Fatboy Slim; The Futureheads ("Hounds of Love" with audience participation!); Garbage; The Go! Team; Headland; Interpol; Jem; The Levellers (THERE'S ONLY ONE! WAY! OF LIFE! AND THAT'S! YEROWN!); K. T. Tunstall; The Magic Numbers (who nearly lived up to some of the hype); Rilo Kiley; Solar Fields; Sons & Daughters (alt-country goth metal -- yes please); Martha Wainwright; Yeovil Town Band (non-ironically good, every time); and The Zutons (who may have only been included so that hacks could say "from Athlete to the Zutons", but were still great).
I'm not going to do full-length reviews of them all -- ask me about a particular one if you like, but there are some reviews on the official website which will tell you roughly what happened;
Glastonbury 2005 in road signs
![]() Chances of good weather |
![]() Good news for water diviners |
![]() "Cheers, God" |
![]() Tent |
![]() Gazebo |
![]() Footpath |
![]() Indecision ahead |
![]() I'm sure this is the way we came! |
![]() I know where we're going! |
![]() No holding hands |
![]() Jesus Army ahead |
![]() That's not JUST mud. |
And finally...














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Date: 2005-06-29 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-30 12:18 pm (UTC)When blackness was a virtue and the rosd was full of mud
Date: 2005-06-29 03:18 pm (UTC)And how come you were at so many of the same gigs as me but we only met on the Thursday, before the music even started?
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Date: 2005-06-29 03:18 pm (UTC)Thank you! I heard her do an interview/few live solo acoustic songs on the radio just before I left the US and couldn't remember her name later, but now that I've seen it again I know what it is ... and how to spell it and everything.
I like your road signs, too.
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Date: 2005-06-30 12:20 pm (UTC)And how to pronounce it (http://www.pollypaulusma.com/)! :-) Wish I'd bought the t-shirt featuring her name in IPA when I saw it. (I saw her live at the Cambridge Folk Festival a couple of years ago, and she was great.)
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Date: 2005-07-01 09:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-30 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 04:00 pm (UTC)It's like Glastonbury, on drugs.
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Date: 2005-06-29 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 04:30 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/sameoldsameold/144848.html
and thought of you.
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Date: 2005-06-30 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 09:47 pm (UTC)<extremely loud applause>
That's lovely.
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Date: 2005-06-30 12:29 pm (UTC)Please disregard this notice
Date: 2005-06-30 12:55 pm (UTC)And we're still off to Cornbury next weekend. I bet Glasto didn't have Bonnie Tyler, but then she only starts touring in July, I think. Like I know. Did you ever hear the story about how she got her characteristic growl?
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Date: 2008-07-22 08:44 pm (UTC)STRAWBERRIES!