Part 1.
Ok
I’ll admit that I’m a total festival newbie, never did the whole Reading thing,
the stories of tents being set alight with people still in them (not sure if
this is really true?!) was enough to put me off. Plus I
wasn't sure how comfortable I’d be with using the portaloos, especially if
they get set alight too (what it is with the reading clientele? They seem to
all be pyromaniacs) so anyways I never did. Although I did go to Underage
Festival, back in the day, and I have memories of that being totally magic,
probably because I was within quite close proximity to Patrick Wolf , whom to
my 16 year old self, was a total GOD. But day festivals totally don’t count as
getting the whole fest experience, so this summer was gonna be different. Sure
I’m a bit of a late bloomer, but better late than never, I was not going to
miss out on this teenage rite of passage, even if my teenage years are safely
behind me. So I found some equally disgusting people who would be happy to
endure my revolting unwashed self for a few days, and eased myself in with the
Hop Farm, a fun, easy going family festival.
See, isn't he disgusting |
The Tallest Man on
Earth,
who
was slated by the boys, but whom I totally love
(I used ‘The Gardener’ as the
basis for my FMP at foundation; Kristian Matsson's burying of the
competition in his garden led me to some weird google links, although Izima
Kaoru’s ‘dead’ model photography was really cool, and Saverio Truglia work of
death in suburbia.. )
Izima Kaoru's Death is at Focus |
Best birthday ever! |
But anyway TMOE, has
serious guitar skillz AND he’s Swedish.
My
Morning Jacket were awesome, if I wasn't so skint
I would've Amazoned the entire album collection when I got home. Just
so spacey, with their seriously chilled basey jamming, aside the screeching
guitar rifts and Yim Yames’ vast vocal range, it was so cool, the crowd were
totally psyched, loved ittt.
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