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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Glasto 2007 Review 2: A Solo Pilgrimage Across the Wastes

OK back to Friday

My next venture was a solo pilgrimage across the wastes to see the most talented member of the Wainwright family – the mighty Martha.
No I could not persuade any other person to go to this!
The sun came along with me though.
Hello sun
Fuck off Krossie!

I took a great liking for the new Park Area – programmed by Michael’s daughter Emily Eavis, in general, I have to say.
Very few folks hanging around for this one.
Bean searbach we say in Irish:
A bitter woman.
But can she weave the straw of heart break into the shadowy, spun gold of gold that will make yer heart ache?
YES she can.
Without doubt the most intense gig of the festival – almost too intense betimes
Before things get underway she insists on not using a radio mike
And the roadie snaps to - instantly inserting the old fashioned lead.
Possibly cos he knows only too fucking well “that she’s half crazy” as some other bard once put it.
Forty minutes of cussing, and singing like a beautiful, badly damaged but still flutterin’ angel and she has another roadie rescue the joint rolled and thrown just short by a kindly fella in the crowd. She (bizarrely!) sticks it into the neck of her guitar lights it and launches into a crowd pleasing rendition of ya Bloody, muthafucking asshole.
She tells us she’s getting married soon .
44% of marriages end in divorce.
They’re the lucky ones according to Bob Dylan’s brilliant radio show!
– Oh goody - so much new material…
Now a lot of folk don’t like Martha.
Hey that’s fine - music is very subjective.
However.
It moves me to actual physical wrath when I hear people say she can’t sing!
Certain things are easily verifiable and one of those is that her vocal range and depth and intonation are nothing short of astonishing.
But maybe she just jumps from one end of the scale to another a little too fast - she gets thrown purely on the number and scale of her own transitions.
Or, maybe, there is just a physical limit to the amount of pain that one human voice can carry.

After some tasty scran (don’t let anyone say different there is a lot a lot of excellent food in Glastonbury)
While I munch I listen to schlomo
He does human beat-boxing pretty well.
Not much more to say!

I find myself somewhat mysteriously wandering back to see brother Rufus on the other stage. In a lovely striped suit he delivers some beautiful arrangements and I have to say I enjoyed it a lot. I am even more pleased when he summons his sister up for a fairly ragged version of Jerusalem – but hey who hasn’t heard that number just too many times!
They make a good team though – mannered, trained, beautiful voice v crazy, raw beautiful voice and I like the way he looks out for her.

Back to the Park for its official opening ceremony and surprise (!) guest Lily Allen.
As if her vapid, semi literate, vacous whining wasn’t enough (and it surely is - I’ll give ya al-fresco ya dozy cow!)
– MIA has been cancelled to make way for her.
Jaysus – sickening disappointment.
More about “surprise” guests later
Death to surprise guests!
Meself and Paul bleed off and move down agin’ the tide as the masses rush up from the other stage.

…To find ourselves in the Glade.
Oh ho - a discovery!
While Bondo De Role have been whipping it up for the masses in Brazil – the imperialist motherland has been working on its own version of Baile Funk. These Portuguese geezers were called Buraka Som Sistema. They were utterly infectious fun with a roundy black female rapper/ranter/singer/grinner and a skinny young fella doing the most scarily acrobatic dancing ever – cartwheels head spins – you name it!
Trick of the day persuading us all to crouch in the mud and then leap up in the air in a coordinated fashion.
Mind you get a good class of punter in Glasto who take these things in their stride!

I repaired back to the tent for some sleep and then Lost Vagueness and Bjork – who did a decent stadium gig with really nice versions of some of her best stuff.
No Anthony from the Johnsons though. But there was also an astonishing green laser with a range of, jaysus, 2 million kilometres maybe.
I can see for miles and miles says a texter…
Then I went into a frenzied Jack Daniels trip which finally knocked me out at about 3 am.
Such a perfect day
and It hadn’t rained since four in the afternoon!

Labels: festival, Gig Review, Glasto, Guest Blogger, Krossie, Music

# posted by antrophe @ 7:24 PM

Comments:

YOU'VE ALREADY GOT IT UP!

Cheers bigears it looks lovely thanks for making teh effort with the presntation and all - I sent more pics but the ones you have look well fly

beep beep

Sunday - to follow
(fairly boring one tho!)

# posted by

X-ie : 3:18 PM


Thursday, June 28, 2007 Glasto 2007 Review 2: A Solo Pilgrimage Across the Wastes OK back to Friday My next venture was a solo pilgrimage across the wastes to see the most talented member of the Wainwright family – the mighty Martha. No I could not persuade any other person to go to this! The sun came along with me though. Hello sun Fuck off Krossie! I took a great liking for the new Park Area – programmed by Michael’s daughter Emily Eavis, in general, I have to say. Very few folks hanging around for this one. Bean searbach we say in Irish: A bitter woman. But can she weave the straw of heart break into the shadowy, spun gold of gold that will make yer heart ache? YES she can. Without doubt the most intense gig of the festival – almost too intense betimes Before things get underway she insists on not using a radio mike And the roadie snaps to - instantly inserting the old fashioned lead. Possibly cos he knows only too fucking well “that she’s half crazy” as some other bard once put it. Forty minutes of cussing, and singing like a beautiful, badly damaged but still flutterin’ angel and she has another roadie rescue the joint rolled and thrown just short by a kindly fella in the crowd. She (bizarrely!) sticks it into the neck of her guitar lights it and launches into a crowd pleasing rendition of ya Bloody, muthafucking asshole. She tells us she’s getting married soon . 44% of marriages end in divorce. They’re the lucky ones according to Bob Dylan’s brilliant radio show! – Oh goody - so much new material… Now a lot of folk don’t like Martha. Hey that’s fine - music is very subjective. However. It moves me to actual physical wrath when I hear people say she can’t sing! Certain things are easily verifiable and one of those is that her vocal range and depth and intonation are nothing short of astonishing. But maybe she just jumps from one end of the scale to another a little too fast - she gets thrown purely on the number and scale of her own transitions. Or, maybe, there is just a physical limit to the amount of pain that one human voice can carry. After some tasty scran (don’t let anyone say different there is a lot a lot of excellent food in Glastonbury) While I munch I listen to schlomo He does human beat-boxing pretty well. Not much more to say! I find myself somewhat mysteriously wandering back to see brother Rufus on the other stage. In a lovely striped suit he delivers some beautiful arrangements and I have to say I enjoyed it a lot. I am even more pleased when he summons his sister up for a fairly ragged version of Jerusalem – but hey who hasn’t heard that number just too many times! They make a good team though – mannered, trained, beautiful voice v crazy, raw beautiful voice and I like the way he looks out for her. Back to the Park for its official opening ceremony and surprise (!) guest Lily Allen. As if her vapid, semi literate, vacous whining wasn’t enough (and it surely is - I’ll give ya al-fresco ya dozy cow!) – MIA has been cancelled to make way for her. Jaysus – sickening disappointment. More about “surprise” guests later Death to surprise guests! Meself and Paul bleed off and move down agin’ the tide as the masses rush up from the other stage. …To find ourselves in the Glade. Oh ho - a discovery! While Bondo De Role have been whipping it up for the masses in Brazil – the imperialist motherland has been working on its own version of Baile Funk. These Portuguese geezers were called Buraka Som Sistema. They were utterly infectious fun with a roundy black female rapper/ranter/singer/grinner and a skinny young fella doing the most scarily acrobatic dancing ever – cartwheels head spins – you name it! Trick of the day persuading us all to crouch in the mud and then leap up in the air in a coordinated fashion. Mind you get a good class of punter in Glasto who take these things in their stride! I repaired back to the tent for some sleep and then Lost Vagueness and Bjork – who did a decent stadium gig with really nice versions of some of her best stuff. No Anthony from the Johnsons though. But there was also an astonishing green laser with a range of, jaysus, 2 million kilometres maybe. I can see for miles and miles says a texter… Then I went into a frenzied Jack Daniels trip which finally knocked me out at about 3 am. Such a perfect day and It hadn’t rained since four in the afternoon! Labels: festival, Gig Review, Glasto, Guest Blogger, Krossie, Music # posted by antrophe @ 7:24 PM Comments: YOU'VE ALREADY GOT IT UP! 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