That Was A Week, That Was
Well you might have noticed that I haven't really updated this site in a meaningful, meaty way in quite a while and it would therefore be reasonable to ask what the devil I've been doing lately?
For at least part of the time I've been joining many jaded middle-aged music bloggers in watching the extensive BBC3 coverage of the Glastonbury Festival. Although I usually get to at least 1 festival per year I have avoided Glasto like trenchfoot since the mudsliding madness of 1997.
Even so, I did at least make some effort at getting the right ambience this year. I didn't clear out the cat litter for a few days beforehand so the scent of warm shit wafted over me as I ate my poorly-cooked vegeburger whilst grooving to The Polyphonic Spree. Sadly Mr Kipling don't stock hash cake in my local grocery emporium so I had to wash down a couple of Jaffa Cakes with a shot of absinthe for the appropriate hallucinogenic effects while enjoying The Flaming Lips (or The Flips as some tinkers are wont to call them). Then I left the back door unlocked just for the possible thrill of losing all my worldly goods while taking in the Radiohead set...
The Beeb's ubiquitous ubermuppets Colin Murray and Edith Bowman kept rabbiting on about how this year's event was 'legendary' but the grounds for this seemed to hinge on the facts that a) the sun was out and b) Radiohead were headlining. Aside from the prominence of The Flips and The Spree on The Pyramid Stage there was nothing really adventurous on the bill - The Thrills; The Coral and Turin Brakes being particularly safe, middle-of-the-road whitebread fare for the predominantly middle-aged middle-class white crowd in attendance. And perhaps the less said about the Gray Twins (David and Macy) the better...
Apparently Radio 4 and Lamb went down well on the New Band and World stages respectively, and these are two bands who would have livened up the main stages and would have benefited from the TV exposure to boot. Murray raised some hope of quality TV when he raved about R4, The Warlocks and Kings Of Leon on the New Band Stage but tragically this was but a preamble for a dreaded acoustic solo from some bloke out of The Bandits. Robbed.
Worst moment of the whole shebang though had to be James from Manic Streets Preachers who for some crazed reason decided it would be a really cool idea to do a solo acoustic version of Garfunkel's godawful 'Bright Eyes' during which even the permanently enthusiastic Jo Whiley seemed to cringe. If this was Richey Edwards' vision of the future the boy sure got out while the going was good.
Well you might have noticed that I haven't really updated this site in a meaningful, meaty way in quite a while and it would therefore be reasonable to ask what the devil I've been doing lately?
For at least part of the time I've been joining many jaded middle-aged music bloggers in watching the extensive BBC3 coverage of the Glastonbury Festival. Although I usually get to at least 1 festival per year I have avoided Glasto like trenchfoot since the mudsliding madness of 1997.
Even so, I did at least make some effort at getting the right ambience this year. I didn't clear out the cat litter for a few days beforehand so the scent of warm shit wafted over me as I ate my poorly-cooked vegeburger whilst grooving to The Polyphonic Spree. Sadly Mr Kipling don't stock hash cake in my local grocery emporium so I had to wash down a couple of Jaffa Cakes with a shot of absinthe for the appropriate hallucinogenic effects while enjoying The Flaming Lips (or The Flips as some tinkers are wont to call them). Then I left the back door unlocked just for the possible thrill of losing all my worldly goods while taking in the Radiohead set...
The Beeb's ubiquitous ubermuppets Colin Murray and Edith Bowman kept rabbiting on about how this year's event was 'legendary' but the grounds for this seemed to hinge on the facts that a) the sun was out and b) Radiohead were headlining. Aside from the prominence of The Flips and The Spree on The Pyramid Stage there was nothing really adventurous on the bill - The Thrills; The Coral and Turin Brakes being particularly safe, middle-of-the-road whitebread fare for the predominantly middle-aged middle-class white crowd in attendance. And perhaps the less said about the Gray Twins (David and Macy) the better...
Apparently Radio 4 and Lamb went down well on the New Band and World stages respectively, and these are two bands who would have livened up the main stages and would have benefited from the TV exposure to boot. Murray raised some hope of quality TV when he raved about R4, The Warlocks and Kings Of Leon on the New Band Stage but tragically this was but a preamble for a dreaded acoustic solo from some bloke out of The Bandits. Robbed.
Worst moment of the whole shebang though had to be James from Manic Streets Preachers who for some crazed reason decided it would be a really cool idea to do a solo acoustic version of Garfunkel's godawful 'Bright Eyes' during which even the permanently enthusiastic Jo Whiley seemed to cringe. If this was Richey Edwards' vision of the future the boy sure got out while the going was good.
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