Glastonbury 2015

So, my tenth GLASTONBURY, probably should write something.  Not least, maybe if I write down stuff I saw now, I'll at least have some record rather than relying on my memory.  Given the sheer scale of the festival though, this entry will eschew my usual narrative 'style' and be more like a stream of consciousness / list of bands.

Wednesday then.  Arrive mid afternoon, what do you mean the festival doesn't start until Friday?  Meet up with Chris, camp up, wander down through Silver Hayes and on to the Green Fields, already stuff going on here.  Still setting up in Shangri-La, random brass band wandering about, cider from Bez's Acid Lounge.  Full evening of music in the Rocket Lounge!  Country from the Jolenes, then much JUMPING AROUND to the Guns of Navarone, Pronghorn and Gentleman George.

Above the Park.

Thursday!  A nice sunny day, we grab a paper and lounge in the sun above the Park.  Stroll through the circus field, football with the players encased in GIANT BALLS. The real ale bar is open!  Pasties from the cheap(ish) bakery, then to Williams Green for the Circa Waves, popular with the youth it seems.  Shangri-La again, freaky political themed stuff is there to be looked at, also John Fairhurst on the Shangri Hell stage.  More Rocket Lounge, the Men Who Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing sing of Victoriana and the DARK ELDER GOD CTHULU!  Tentwards via Silver Hayes, will there be stuff worth seeing in the dance area?  Hell yes, into the Pussy Parlure Noveau for Taiwanese pop from Waa Wei, then some Korean Electro Grunge from Juck Juck Grunzie.

Juck Juck Grunzie.

Friday?  Actual bands people may have heard of.  The surprise starting act on the Other Stage are The Charlatans.  Back to Silver Hayes, really I've never spent so much time among the dance stages.  Watch a Maori Haka at the Gully, and there is music here too... and yes it is Korean again, folky songs from Gonne Choi, and oh look, the lead singer of Juck Juck Grunzie still hasn't found her clothes.  Little bit of rain, just enough to keep the dust down.  To the field of Avalon, how many times have we seen Cara Dillon now?  Always good anyway... Chris is not up for Lulu, I grab a toffee apple 'cider' from the BROTHERS BAR, off to the Acoustic Tent again, it's Wilko Johnson aka Ser Ilyn Payne from Game of Thrones.  And then the Proclaimers!  Don't mention the referendum.  OK, let's see a headliner, Florence and the Machine in fact.  Don't think I've seen a performer enjoy their Pyramid set so much.

Soil and Pimp Sessions.

Saturday... bit of mud about, people in high vis rake wood chips into it while we watch Isaac Lee-Kronick and Sunset Suns at the John Peel.  The men in the audience approve of Ellie Rose at the BBC Introducing.  It's too hot for my wellies and the mud is drying, back to the tent, in fact I want a shower so off to the Greenpeace field.  A brief glimpse of Three Daft Monkeys, then queue for 25 minutes, worth it to get clean.  May as well do their FISH BYCATCH DROP SLIDE thing too.  Still don't like heights.  To the Jazz World Stage, sorry, West Holts, where Soil and Pimp Sessions provide JAPANESE DEATH JAZZ.  Acoustic Stage / real ale bar time.  Oops, Texas are ill, oh well, Rainy Boy Sleep steps up with a solo set.  Back to Shangri Hell, what sort of people come here during the day ask Buffo's Wake, and we dance around in circles.  Headbanging with Bad Lazarus, more Game of Thrones connection, this time the awesome Molotov Jukebox, led by Natalia Tena aka Osha.  And still more music, Tarantism have wandered in from the green fields, and there's a big crowd back at Hell for Slaves.

In Shangri-La.

Sunday - last day.  Feeling a bit tired for some reason, and it has rained in the night so back in my wellies.  Make it to the Pyramid for Hozier, Take me to Church, 'nuff said.  Tea and Boxcar Joe Strouzer in the Small World, all you need it seems is a hotdog and a nail.  Steel Pulse bring the reggae to West Holts, Belle and Sebastian invite the crowd up onto the Other Stage to dance.  And yet more GAME OF THRONES, this time Raleigh Ritchie aka Jacob Anderson aka Grey Worm.  Only time for a little of his alt-R&B stylings though, as it is time for The Who to bring the curtain down.  Though there is still time to trek all the way over the site, past the GIANT FIRE BREATHING SPIDER to the Park for a little dance with my brother.

Phew...
And yes, you could get the gist here just by skim reading and picking up on the SHOUTING.

Photos to go with this post can be found here.