viewing distance

Monday evening a few of us converged on a Thai restaurant somewhere in Richmond and several people commented about my rather sunny disposition. I explained the adventures of the weekend and was asked whether we'd been able to see anything. I explained the 'holistic experience' argument that it was about more than simply the music, but then later when I started to check a few of the pictures, I realised that it hadn't been that difficult to get to the front of the stages.

I'll admit that Amy Winehouse was a dot in the distance when around 100,000 people turned up to see her perform on the Pyramid but with a little thought it was quite possible to get good views and some snapshots of other acts. Of course, it was also fun to just sit on a hill and listen from a distance.

Getting a good view was mainly a question of positioning, or timing,

There was only really one performer where we made a special effort to be in position and fortunately the preceding act were also great entertainers.

field report

Surreal moments on Monday morning as I sat in traffic on my way to a business meeting, looking at sleepy heads in cars in my rearview with Glastonbury stickers. I guess I'd headed back a few hours earlier than fellow road-users and reverted from field life to business mode. We'd left before the final acts, and spent around an hour hiking from the Tipi field back to the car parked in the far eastern fields.

There's plenty written about Glastonbury and the music, but I think the main experience for me transcends the physical into the happy emotional state from an enjoyable weekend.

I draw a mental line across the middle of Glastonbury, around where the old railway embankment runs. To the north are the big rock venues of the Pyramid and Other stage where stadium bands play and the BBC sets up most of its cameras.

South of the line are the gentler areas with different music and varied and alternative lifestyles. Its much easier to see the stages and musicians in this area and the feeling is far more relaxed than the areas where 70,000 people gather to watch a single band.

Glastonbury is large. A 160,000 person village that assembles and disappears within a week. There's an almost immediate logic to the roads, the zones, the areas of different music and the cultures which all build to a great experience. Of course, good weather helps and I'm more concerned that I might have caught too much sun rather than mud or rain from this years generally pleasant outlook.

And even now, some two days on, I still have a slightly smug and happy feeling from the experience.

elemental child

An hour after dawn, around the recently installed sacred stones where the non-sleepy assembled around smoky fires.

I loitered here before heading to the Green Field where a collective of musicians rotated through songs and instruments weaving folk tunes to the early morning.

There's a magic in an ephemeral town, assembled for just four days. As we left finally left on Sunday, we looked behind at the grass where our tent had been pitched. Nothing remained.

Love the farm, leave no trace.

Glastopost

The Children of the solstice end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the Glasto sky
Resting on our hands
It was God's land
It was ragged and naive
It was Heaven

Touch, We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love
upon a white balloon
And fly it from
the topest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something
just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through
the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road, unchained

"The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party."

memory of a free festival - bowie

automatic post - I'm in the mud here

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Glastonbury weather update

Automatic post with automatically updating picture of the Pyramid
I shall try to post a few glastopix from my cameraphone direct to flickr.

They would be here if the technology works.

glastonbury bill

I may be gone some time.

something in the air

Crossing Paddington today, I noticed extra barriers and police presence.

Then I noticed that everyone with backpacks and popup tents was being directed to a special line and at the front was a clutch of policemen and some friendly looking sniffer doggies.

I happened to pass just after most people had boarded the train bound for Glastonbury, although I noticed one camper was being helped away from the train by two interested looking law enforcers.

Glastonbury live webcam and weather 2008

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Stolen Earth

I've only just viewed last Saturday's episode of Dr Who, and its a great ramp up for the two part finale.

Throughout this series there's been various disappearing planets (and bees) and I guess it will be the earth's turn to get stolen on Saturday unless the sonic screwdriver saves the day. I reckon it'll take Dr Who, all his recent assistants, plus Sarah-Jane Smith and the Torchwood crew together to figure this one out.

I don't even know which parallel universe we are in now, because there seems to be at least three judging from the last episode.

I'm wondering if we've all been watching the series from a different timeline (perhaps since Donna's beetle arrived in Pompeii) and maybe the oft mentioned haunting Medusa Cascade will be used to reset everything.

Otherwise its just too suspicious that we're back once again with a renegade Master and a collusion of probably cloned daleks - perhaps we'd better call for Richard Dawkins to help us with the genetics and work out the significance of the red one.

Someone will probably end up being followed into the dark. Make a parallel space behind the sofa before Journey's End.

(above) My quick mix of death cab for cutie with the trailer...sort of works

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ЛОНДОН МОДЕЛИ

Clothing and backpack optimisation for next weekend's muddy music includes taking thin clothes that fold into their own pocket.

Admittedly, the creases take a few minutes to dissipate when worn.

My spies tell me that this appearance is the basis of the 2009 fashion collections, which are striving to create crumpled look straight from the hanger.

Now, where's my collection of Russian badges?

reflective

The scratches are nothing.

A few days of exhibitionism buffed away leaving only those that share the secret of the narrow moment. It could have made the longest day seem even longer. They say walls have ears; sometimes they have talons too.

Better this narrow scrape put to experience and then a move along. We'll flaunt the situation next weekend, maybe a flower to brighten or even to conceal. It will add to the muddy demeanor of sitting together in fields holding the sky back with our outstretched hands.

For now, its about making things shiny.

hop

Sometimes there's a complete unpredictability to events and the last couple of days have been somewhat like that. Agility and an ability to hop over minor obstacles comes in useful as does some flexibility in calendaring.

Such randomness is a key element of a rich experiential world. I'm deciding how much of today's unfinished plans can be wrapped up neatly with a bow whilst I offset them with other adventures.

We shall see.