I haven't been to a proper festival since 2005, Glasto. Since then I've been too mired up in my own problems to be bothered. So this is all very good news if you're me.
One thing that sold me this fest was that it is just 30 minutes drive away from where i live. I could have cycled if I had to. I didn't have to.
I just went for one day though and camped over till Sunday. It cost £25 to camp but on the whole was worth it to keep the festival feeling going for just a little longer.
I'm still buzzing now, as I write this, at home.
We got there in an hour due to bad traffic in Welling (Danson Festival) and were parked up, feet planted on festival dirt soon after noon.
And then the music:
then Iggy. Crowd pleasing Iggy, who can do no wrong. He really was our dog and you could almost see his tail wagging non-stop like an eager to please terrier. ~He looked so happy on stage! and I'm so happy that I've finally got to see him.
Finally, Morrissey. Headliner in a gig that included Patti Smith, Lou Reed, and Iggy pop. Of course Morrissey was aware of this, and remarked "How can anyone follow Iggy Pop?"
We got treated to "Murder", "There Is a Light", "Miserable now", "Panic", amongst others, and such Morrissey classics as old b side "ouija board", "you're the one for me fatty", "everyday is like sunday" alongside more recent fare such as "paris", "irish heart" and "first of the gang".
I was very disapointed that the comedy tent at midnight was so packed out I couldn't get near it. I wanted to see Sean Hughes and Stewart Lee, but so, apparently, did everyone else at the festival.
instead we went to the Mexican food stall which had ben singing to me like a crazy-loud motherfucking siren ever since we arrived there - chilli, burritos, tacos, tortillas, and all that excellent stuff from my favourite north american country.
What happened next wasn't planned. once back at the tent i suddenly became too damned tired to move. P went back to the bar and left me for (nearly) dead. I rasped "go on without me, I'm not going to make it" through my gritted teeth as I lay pathetically on the damp grass. My two cans of lager went undrunk and instead i lay in my tiny tent listening to drunken conversations and marital rows as couples sweetly whispered such words as "fuck you, I was waiting for you there." There was also a couple who got busted for having drugs, though they did get let off as long as they took it back to their tent.
I slept fitfully and woke up with a hangover and a full bladder, inside the world's smallest tent.
I love festivals, can't wait for next year!!
A Sideways Look at Lou Reed
Iggy invites the audience on stage to dance to a song I once believed was called "Shake A Beetle"