fun fun fun
Well I had a lovely weekend. Went up to sheffield no probs and on sunday we went off to manchester. We arrived in time to see half of some guy called John Squires set. He seemed nice but I wasn't with it enough by that point to really appreciate him and his band.
After him was Idlewild who were pleasant enough with a lead singer who reminded me of some guy who came down on the same train as me. No doubt an obsessive fan as quite a lot of the crowd had come just for them and then left after they'd played. I personally didn't find 'em that interesting but they weren't painful or anything, just not really moving.
After that was badly drawn boy. As a performer I liked his anarchic careless attitude, busker look, and humourous repartee and the fact he was a (almost) one man show, made it very personal. But I'm not really into his stuff and apart from a few of his new songs (not all of the new songs) I didn't get much out of him musically altho he performed note perfect including that michael jackson/jackson family song about 'when I had you to myself didn't want you around' ... I want you back! that's what it's called. Very surreal. He sang it in a low normal guy range.
But basically I got tired legs and rather bored till REM came on at which point bouncing up and down relieved my aching legs by disguising it with adrenaline and the wait faded away to a distant memory. I stayed nearish the front with bubblegum for a bit and got a bit crushed but somehow unlike the two other times I was in a crowd to see REM I wasn't really too into being crushed so after a while I went off to find Red's pal who is now local and friends with S too. S had managed to flirt her way to the very front and was in a very short distance of a Mr Stipe when he came to touch the audience.
I have to say apart from the heat I rather liked being in the open air. It somehow made you feel closer even tho you obviously weren't. For me anyway. Partly cos I felt more aware of the shorter distance between me and the stage than say the vast expanse of sky. I came away with some fun memories and miraculously non sunburnt shoulders which were probably saved by the setting of the sun. We only arrived at past 5.
And while Bubblegum insisted there would also be waiting at glasto if I ever get to go. I kind of felt well at least there I could go off and do other things or go to a different stage so I'm still determined to do that one day.
S's dress on the day was stunning and gorgeous. She wore this blue corset which gave her a fantastic decoltage or however you spell that, and on one side of it she had a blue butterfly, with a star matching it on her cheek, and a short black skirt with short boots. I was very luridly coloured kind of standing out wearing a yellow strappy top with a halved pink sarong as mini skirt. Bubblegum and 'grandpa' as I jokingly called him were the normal looking ones.
After him was Idlewild who were pleasant enough with a lead singer who reminded me of some guy who came down on the same train as me. No doubt an obsessive fan as quite a lot of the crowd had come just for them and then left after they'd played. I personally didn't find 'em that interesting but they weren't painful or anything, just not really moving.
After that was badly drawn boy. As a performer I liked his anarchic careless attitude, busker look, and humourous repartee and the fact he was a (almost) one man show, made it very personal. But I'm not really into his stuff and apart from a few of his new songs (not all of the new songs) I didn't get much out of him musically altho he performed note perfect including that michael jackson/jackson family song about 'when I had you to myself didn't want you around' ... I want you back! that's what it's called. Very surreal. He sang it in a low normal guy range.
But basically I got tired legs and rather bored till REM came on at which point bouncing up and down relieved my aching legs by disguising it with adrenaline and the wait faded away to a distant memory. I stayed nearish the front with bubblegum for a bit and got a bit crushed but somehow unlike the two other times I was in a crowd to see REM I wasn't really too into being crushed so after a while I went off to find Red's pal who is now local and friends with S too. S had managed to flirt her way to the very front and was in a very short distance of a Mr Stipe when he came to touch the audience.
I have to say apart from the heat I rather liked being in the open air. It somehow made you feel closer even tho you obviously weren't. For me anyway. Partly cos I felt more aware of the shorter distance between me and the stage than say the vast expanse of sky. I came away with some fun memories and miraculously non sunburnt shoulders which were probably saved by the setting of the sun. We only arrived at past 5.
And while Bubblegum insisted there would also be waiting at glasto if I ever get to go. I kind of felt well at least there I could go off and do other things or go to a different stage so I'm still determined to do that one day.
S's dress on the day was stunning and gorgeous. She wore this blue corset which gave her a fantastic decoltage or however you spell that, and on one side of it she had a blue butterfly, with a star matching it on her cheek, and a short black skirt with short boots. I was very luridly coloured kind of standing out wearing a yellow strappy top with a halved pink sarong as mini skirt. Bubblegum and 'grandpa' as I jokingly called him were the normal looking ones.