So I went to the festival, I saw, I drank and I danced. I got wet, I slept on the floor, I used a portaloo. You all know this to be true.
But I didn’t really talk about the music. Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be some silly post about how musically intelligent I am or how I think that my taste in music is superior (we all know it isn’t, I like Duran Duran) but I did thoroughly enjoy the shows that some of the bands put on, and was seriously disappointed by some others.
Firstly, I booked my ticket to see Kings of Leon, and Tinee Tempah (musically schizophrenic). Tinee decided that he was far too busy, and cancelled. A curse on you and yours, Tinee Tempah!
Friday came and we went to see Kaiser Chiefs and Kings of Leon. And Kaiser Chiefs were AWWWWEEESOME! I didn’t think I knew that many songs by them, but I loved it. Being two or three inches taller than an actual midget, I did have to do some heavy duty bouncing around to be able to see anything, and I liked it, although at one point I lost a welly and had to scrabble around in a sea of legs to find it.
And thus it was time for Kings of Leon. A little bit of background here, I love them. I love the lead singer, I love the drummer, I love the music, I could even cope with the showering of wee I got when waiting for them to come on. But I was disappointed. This is an understatement. It was a bit like being a child with a new packet of crayons, and someone coming along, stealing them off of me and breaking them IN MY FACE. When I spoke to my more musically knowledgeable sister afterwards she said “ah right, no, they’re shit live.”
At one point I was so bored that all I could think of was “if you are that rich and successful, Caleb, then why don’t you get your teeth whitened or even invest in an electric toothbrush? You are looking dead ropey.” Which isn’t the thought you should be having when in the presence of gods. How the mighty have fallen! We left before the end, with cider and pizza calling us louder than the sound of Kings of Leon spectacularly forgetting the words. Fail.
On Saturday we saw Chase and Status (amaze) and that was about it. It was warm, we were all drunk and for some reason dubstep in the Strongbow tent made us forget the Foo Fighters. Who apparently were amazing and this will haunt me till the day I die.
Sunday came, and so did the rain. We braved it and poodled off to see Plan B, who was the highlight of my weekend! He did some odd mixes, some interesting songs and made the rainy day that little bit more fun. Me and the girls rocked out the robot and did the dad dance before going home defeated by all the water.
Next year…. glamping. And maybe Duran Duran might headline…..