Glastonbury is a big messy event in the countryside which lots of people attend in order to watch some bands and be part of a national treasure. Going to Glastonbury is the fun equivalent of being one of Lady Di’s pallbearers. Like almost everything else in the musical calendar, everyone likes to claim it’s rubbish, but actually, provided you don’t have to watch Neil Young, it’s definitely more fun than all the anti-Glastonbury club nights people put on in London with hopeless bands.
Posts Tagged ‘Glastonbury’
The Choir Quit so you don’t have to
In five nasty minutes listening to the radio this morning, I learnt that today was the centre-point of London’s record-breaking “level three” heat wave, which will eventually explode into violent and unpredictable weather patterns. I also learnt that we were now in “phase six” of the swine flu pandemic, and that right now the terrorist alert is “severe”, which is another way of saying that it’s more likely that your bus to work will soon be converted into a chemical warhead. Read more »
Glastonbury isn’t all that unique
The most expensive part of going to Glastonbury is going there and buying a ticket. This can be easily eliminated by not going to Glastonbury and not buying a ticket. Once these piffling inconsequences are out of the way, you too can experience all the unity, all the magical uniqueness of the greatest festival on earth from the comfort of your own home. How so? Simply do like we say and recreate all its pleasures from stuff you can easily find around the house. Your mind is Glastonbury. Glastonbury is only ever in your mind. Never forget that. Read more »
