Monday, June 25, 2007

Wet wet wet

With the benefit of hindsight, Wednesday's parting comment - "whatever the heavens can throw at me over the next few days won't be dampening my fun, regardless of how Somme-like conditions get" - may have been taken by the big fella upstairs as an invitation to throw everything he possibly could at us.

But we survived (just about), and what's more had a bloody marvellous time yet again.

My drunken scrawlings are drying out on the radiator as I type, so expect the usual rambling review some time this week, which will feature tales of meteorological mayhem, rollicking good sets, stage invasions, celeb spotting, men in suspenders, women dressed as Smurfettes, incredible pies and what was unquestionably the best £1.50 ever spent.

In the meantime, though, check out Swiss Toni's blog - he spent the festival posting a photo diary for the BBC page - and Charlie Brooker's thoughts on his first ever visit: "Imagine forcing the cast of Emmerdale to hurriedly construct Las Vegas at gunpoint in the rain. Then do it again. And once more for luck. That's Glastonbury: a cross between a medieval refugee camp and a recently detonated circus".

Plus here's a Glastonbury Special installment of Feel Good Hits for a quick guide to what and who rocked my festival:

1. 'No Fun' - The Stooges
2. 'Let's Make Love And Listen To Death From Above' - CSS
3. 'Wake Up' - The Arcade Fire
4. 'Faster' - Manic Street Preachers
5. 'Lord Let It Rain Down' - Spiritualized Acoustic Mainline
6. 'Apply Some Pressure' - Maximo Park
7. 'Pinball Wizard' - The Who
8. 'Hallelujah' - Rufus & Martha Wainwright
9. 'Goodbye' - The Coral
10. 'International Tweepop Underground' - Los Campesinos!
11. 'Weekend Without Makeup' - The Long Blondes
12. 'All Sparks' - Editors
13. 'Sing Me Spanish Techno' - The New Pornographers
14. 'Scratch My Name' - The Noisettes
15. 'Trophy' - Bat For Lashes

1 comment:

swisslet said...

that Charlie Brooker article in yesterday's Guardian made me chuckle. I love the idea that camping in the backstage area is a stupid idea. Of course, on reflection, it should be obvious that it would be... and yet that's a mistake I would surely have made if I had been lucky enough to have a backstage pass.

Actually, at this point I have to take my hat off to my friend Rich, who had the opportunity to watch the Editors from the side of the stage (for some reason), but in the end decided that he actually thought they were a bit shit and gave it a miss to go and do something else instead. Way to go Rich! Who wants to stand next to Edith Bowman anyway?

I'm knackered, but in spite of all the mud and rain and stuff, I'm missing it badly.

ST