Glasto 2010 review (back home!)
Discussion
Advised that a few here might be interested to see a little write up I've put in the South Wales section..................................
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Cheers all, Al.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Cheers all, Al.
Cheers all.................
Gingerbread............sure we saw you on Thursday.........unless more than one gentleman was flouncing around in wedding dresses
Plotless....we are going to attempt to do every year now!!!!! (Though I think it's a gap year 2012?)
Sleep envy: are you real (Though I think you may be SLIGHTLY younger than I!!!!! Judging by your musical taste)
s1rallyemark, yeah - atmosphere was fab............even I (VERY[sadly] middle aged, overweight, over-short male that I am) was chatted up outside the West end Other Stage bogs by an extremely attractive Jamaican lady whilst awaiting the family's return from 'the bog of Hell'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Though probably more to do with me having a working ciggie lighter than my natural urbane appeal)
Gingerbread............sure we saw you on Thursday.........unless more than one gentleman was flouncing around in wedding dresses
Plotless....we are going to attempt to do every year now!!!!! (Though I think it's a gap year 2012?)
Sleep envy: are you real (Though I think you may be SLIGHTLY younger than I!!!!! Judging by your musical taste)
s1rallyemark, yeah - atmosphere was fab............even I (VERY[sadly] middle aged, overweight, over-short male that I am) was chatted up outside the West end Other Stage bogs by an extremely attractive Jamaican lady whilst awaiting the family's return from 'the bog of Hell'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Though probably more to do with me having a working ciggie lighter than my natural urbane appeal)
Well, that was a fun week or so...
Saw a disturbing number of blokes in wedding dresses, one of them may well have been you Gingerbread Man!
One of the girls in our group took to wearing those flower nipple tassles on sale in the fairy tent and practically nothing else, so we drew more than our fair share of collective attention too.
As for the gigs, well...
Aynsley Lister was every bit as good as I'd hoped (finally seeing one of his live gigs after a decade).
Muse were awesome, although perhaps not quite as good as the last time I saw them play Glastonbury.
Stevie Wonder is a legend, glad I saw him, but still not quite my thing.
Slash seemed to take a while to warm up, but monstered Paradise City at the end, and he had a great vocalist (Miles someone off his current album?)
Florence and The Machine was an unexpected highlight.
Reef were superb and deserved a higher slot on the grid and/or a more receptive audience.
Faithless were seminal as ever.
Guilty Pleasures were, well a guilty pleasure. Good fun.
MGMT had horrendous sound quality and a slightly lacklustre delivery. Dissapointing gig.
Shakira was absolutely smoking, but appeared to be miming for a lot of it.
The Scissor Sisters were camper than a row of tents, but rather good.
The Gorrilaz played a lot of less well known material that left my part of the audience a bit bored in places. Great encore though.
Vanilla Ice was quite amusing.
The Wurzels were fun as always, but how packed was that tent?
Ray Davies was superb I thought - far from being a retrospective from an ailing ex-star he rocked out with the best of them.
I must have seen more bands than that surely? Other recollections include spending an unhealthy amount of time studying the sequence of lights at Stoned Henge and invading the giant pineapple thing in the dance village. A week well mispent.
Saw a disturbing number of blokes in wedding dresses, one of them may well have been you Gingerbread Man!
One of the girls in our group took to wearing those flower nipple tassles on sale in the fairy tent and practically nothing else, so we drew more than our fair share of collective attention too.
As for the gigs, well...
Aynsley Lister was every bit as good as I'd hoped (finally seeing one of his live gigs after a decade).
Muse were awesome, although perhaps not quite as good as the last time I saw them play Glastonbury.
Stevie Wonder is a legend, glad I saw him, but still not quite my thing.
Slash seemed to take a while to warm up, but monstered Paradise City at the end, and he had a great vocalist (Miles someone off his current album?)
Florence and The Machine was an unexpected highlight.
Reef were superb and deserved a higher slot on the grid and/or a more receptive audience.
Faithless were seminal as ever.
Guilty Pleasures were, well a guilty pleasure. Good fun.
MGMT had horrendous sound quality and a slightly lacklustre delivery. Dissapointing gig.
Shakira was absolutely smoking, but appeared to be miming for a lot of it.
The Scissor Sisters were camper than a row of tents, but rather good.
The Gorrilaz played a lot of less well known material that left my part of the audience a bit bored in places. Great encore though.
Vanilla Ice was quite amusing.
The Wurzels were fun as always, but how packed was that tent?
Ray Davies was superb I thought - far from being a retrospective from an ailing ex-star he rocked out with the best of them.
I must have seen more bands than that surely? Other recollections include spending an unhealthy amount of time studying the sequence of lights at Stoned Henge and invading the giant pineapple thing in the dance village. A week well mispent.
Chris71 said:
Slash seemed to take a while to warm up, but monstered Paradise City at the end, and he had a great vocalist (Miles someone off his current album?)
Slash was probably my highlight from the main stages. Sweet Child and Paradise City were both awesome. My gig of the weekend was Neville Staple (from the Specials), who I saw in a bar in Shangri La, though. Her cover of The Chain was awesome, wouldn't mind a bootleg of that. We struggled with the Florence and The Machine / Mumford and Sons dilemma too, sounds like we made the right call.
One of my other main memories is trying to carry a commatosed mate from Bourbon Street all the to the top of Hitchin Hill campsite (great location by the way - quiet, yet relatively well positioned) on Thursday night. The gig didn't finish 'till about 3am and the stupid prat had downed a medium-sized bottle of neat rum over the course of it. There were only two of us there to carry him and I was the only one remotely near his size. We managed to steer him towards the Pyramid Stage on and off - at one stage he perked up and decided to run the rest of the way, until he collided with a set of bings about 30 feet away at full speed.
By the time we'd got to the stage the sky was starting to lighten and he was completely out of it. He's also a raver with no real interest in most of the music at Glasto and, unlike him, I was stone cold sober and desperately looking forward to some sleep before the main festival kicked off with some of my favourite bands. To say I was unimpressed would be an understatement. We decided to leave him there, until the mental image of him choking on his own vommit crept up and we decided to get the medics instead. I can only hope it was a very unpleasant night in the medical centre and a ferocious hangover the following morning, because it was gone 6am by the time we got back to the tent.
One of my other main memories is trying to carry a commatosed mate from Bourbon Street all the to the top of Hitchin Hill campsite (great location by the way - quiet, yet relatively well positioned) on Thursday night. The gig didn't finish 'till about 3am and the stupid prat had downed a medium-sized bottle of neat rum over the course of it. There were only two of us there to carry him and I was the only one remotely near his size. We managed to steer him towards the Pyramid Stage on and off - at one stage he perked up and decided to run the rest of the way, until he collided with a set of bings about 30 feet away at full speed.
By the time we'd got to the stage the sky was starting to lighten and he was completely out of it. He's also a raver with no real interest in most of the music at Glasto and, unlike him, I was stone cold sober and desperately looking forward to some sleep before the main festival kicked off with some of my favourite bands. To say I was unimpressed would be an understatement. We decided to leave him there, until the mental image of him choking on his own vommit crept up and we decided to get the medics instead. I can only hope it was a very unpleasant night in the medical centre and a ferocious hangover the following morning, because it was gone 6am by the time we got back to the tent.
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