Finally! We’ve reached the end! No more talk of the Great Big Festival that obsesses me and half the British population each June! (Until next year, that is, when it all starts all over again.)
I mentioned in the last post how miraculous it is that Glastonbury goers can keep going at such a frenetic pace for so long. I also said something about it being “always with a smile on your face”. Here I may have slightly massaged the truth, for there’s no doubt that by Sunday morning, the scratchiness has set in. A mixture of sad acknowledgement that this is the final day combined with 96 hours’ worth of late nights and good times catching up with you, and there’s no doubt it can be hard to get moving.
But after a rough start (waking to the realisation my wallet had gone AWOL somewhere between our 5am chai at the Lizard Cafe and our South Park camping spot, and fighting through the biggest crowd ever assembled on the Pyramid Stage field), it simply took a “Well, howdy” from Dolly to make everything OK again. Yet again, our Glastonbury Sunday turned out to be the very best day of the festival.
The fabulous Team South Park do Dolly as she’s meant to be done
#1: Tankus the Henge and friends, Lizard Cafe, silly o’clock, Monday morning
Literally stumbled across this while staggering back to our tents veeeery late / early on Monday morning. If there’s a better way to end a festival than arm-in-arm with 30 strangers, chanting along with the wildest New Orleans-style steam piano band this side of Louisiana (“We’re licking Arcadia, licking it til it rusts!”), then I’d like to hear it.
#2: The Brian Jonestown Massacre, John Peel Stage, Sun
Been waiting a ridiculously long time to see this band, Anton Newcombe is a long-time hero and Joel Gion remains both the coolest and, conversely, most ridiculous man on the planet. There’s something fascinating about their stage presence – as the band members talk, laugh and bicker among themselves (no biffo this time), it’s as if you’ve stumbled across a stoned jam in their lounge. (And sorry, kids, cigarettes ARE still cool when the BJM smoke them.) Their swirly, woozy sound was the perfect tonic for swirly, woozy Sunday brains. I’d urge you to watch the full set on iPlayer while you can. Truly sublime.
#3: Jagwar Ma, Williams Green, Sun
We’d heard an enormous amount of hype about these Australians – and wow, did they live up to it. They’d played earlier in the weekend, in torrential rain on the Park stage, but Sunday night at Williams Green is where they really cut loose. Perfect, sub-105bpm driving beats saw us lose our collective shit and dance our asses off, emerging out the other side as flushed, sweaty, delirious messes, believing we’d been in the presence of genius. Like the best bits of Weatherall-era Primal Scream, Tame Impala, the Beach Boys, Happy Mondays and yes, even the BJM, all rolled into one incredible package. (No video seems to exist of the Williams Green gig but this gets somewhere near.)
#4: Strummerville, Sun
Don’t know how many hours we lost sitting around the Strummerville campfire sharing jokes and stories with a bunch of new friends. Thank you for leaving us such a wonderful legacy, Joe.
[Pic c/o this blog – thanks]
#5: Weapons of Mass Percussion, Sensation Seekers Stage, Sun
And of course, where would we be without Dolly? Did she mime? Do we care? No. Marvellous.
Huge thanks to all who helped make our Glastonbury 2014 experience so incredible yet again – the 100+ artists, big and small, who we managed to catch during our time there; the stall-holders for feeding and watering us so well; and above all, the fabulous bunch who are Team South Park, who not only ensure we all get tickets every year but that we have the very best time when we get there. I can’t wait to do it all again with you next year. xx