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The Great Outdoors
A summer of festival frolics
My first experience of a music gig was at Brixton Academy (good start). I went to see Avril Lavigne and thought she was great (rash, but I was naïve and innocent and she liked smashing things – I guess opposites attract).
And it was a trip to rainy Scotland as a wee one that whet my appetite for camping; I thought that was great too (the novelty seldom tires). Never though did I think the two would join forces to create a winning combo in the form of music festivals.
But they have and it is awesome.
Limited access to washing facilities, very little sleep, and the rock 'n' roll lifestyle of drugs and drink mean that festivals are more for the green tea drinker than the average Earl Grey, milk, and two sugars drinker if you get my drift – they're an acquired taste. Such is the hype around them though, you'd be silly not to test drive one.
Going to a festival this summer is equivocal to saving the planet by not using plastic bags or scoffing sushi for lunch – anyone who's anyone will be attending.
Glastonbury may be over for another year, and news of Jay-Z miming Wonderwall has long since lined our waste paper bins, but we're not in the 1970s where festivals were at a premium; this weekend the likes of Goldfrapp, the Foals, Eddy Temple-Morris, and Leonard Cohen will be belting out the decibels across East London, Suffolk, Berkshire, and the south of Barcelona respectively. Yes, Lovebox, Latitude, Glade, and the continent option, Benicassim, will play host to 50,000 people – half music enthusiasts, the other half just caught up in the festival hype.
And it was a trip to rainy Scotland as a wee one that whet my appetite for camping; I thought that was great too (the novelty seldom tires). Never though did I think the two would join forces to create a winning combo in the form of music festivals.
But they have and it is awesome.
Limited access to washing facilities, very little sleep, and the rock 'n' roll lifestyle of drugs and drink mean that festivals are more for the green tea drinker than the average Earl Grey, milk, and two sugars drinker if you get my drift – they're an acquired taste. Such is the hype around them though, you'd be silly not to test drive one.
Going to a festival this summer is equivocal to saving the planet by not using plastic bags or scoffing sushi for lunch – anyone who's anyone will be attending.
Glastonbury may be over for another year, and news of Jay-Z miming Wonderwall has long since lined our waste paper bins, but we're not in the 1970s where festivals were at a premium; this weekend the likes of Goldfrapp, the Foals, Eddy Temple-Morris, and Leonard Cohen will be belting out the decibels across East London, Suffolk, Berkshire, and the south of Barcelona respectively. Yes, Lovebox, Latitude, Glade, and the continent option, Benicassim, will play host to 50,000 people – half music enthusiasts, the other half just caught up in the festival hype.
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