Sorry for the blog silence over the past few days but I’ve been deeply immersed in mud, sweat and tears at this year’s Glastonbury Festival. What a colossus it has become – physically and culturally. It’s such an amazing, stand alone event, but one which to some is probably just another summer music festival.
If you’re back stage, then you could actually be at any other music festival. But there is a special spirit to Glastonbury which anyone can find if they make a little effort. Unlike the regular music biz execs and their whores who spend the entire festival in the back stage area, which is well known to be the most boring part of the whole festival. Once these people get to the hospitality tents, they’re stuck there for the duration, except that is, if they have booked some comfy B&B nearby so they can go and have a shower to wash away the proverbial grime.
Isn’t Glastonbury about freedom? Freedom to be real, freedom from creature comforts, freedom from the humdrum of normal life, and freedom from trying to be cool. I noticed the entourage surrounding Kate Moss mainly because their hangers on were probably the only people not wearing Wellingtons. Needless to say, in that weather, they looked utterly ridiculous.
It’s not about posing and it’s not like other music festivals; Glastonbury is totally unique and should stay that way despite its burgeoning numbers. The real posse consists of those that get there on the Wednesday and Thursday, erect their tents and then get ready to party, to experience what Glastonbury really has to offer.
There’s a tremendous sense of anticipation and excitement which is genuine. For those who continue to wrestle in mud, I salute you.