Cracking weekend again. Was a bit of a different experience for me this year as I was with a fairly large group of friends, as opposed to the usual wife and one mate. This meant that my priorities changed a little. Whereas I would normally spend the whole time, flitting around, trying to cram in as much music as I possibly could, I tended to loiter with my less-musically-enthusiastic friends a lot more (not at the front of a set, I hasten to add. Well out the way of others). Don't get me wrong, I still saw crap loads of great artists, but missing out on some things felt less of an issue.
Fave acts of the weekend were, Jens, Perfume Genius, WH Lung, Japandroids, FJM, Vaudou Game, Parquet Courts, Bill Callahan, Blanck Mass and numerous others. Didn't get on board with Mac, I like his music, but I was just not engaged with his live show (I was also pretty drunk by this point). Also, Julie Byrne's set was spectacularly disappointing, as already mentioned. Was gutted to miss Alex Cameron as he was a must-see before the festival, but I simply got my timings wrong. Was also stood by the bar during Car Seat Headrest, chatting to some other friends, would have liked to got closer and more engaged in that set. Sounded really good.
Chatterers and stage campers were their usual irritating selves, but I think the only time I really had issues with them was during Bill Callahan's and Nadia Reid's sets. They are just so ridiculously selfish and unaware of the nuisance they cause. I was queuing at the Beavertown bar, and there were a couple of lads absolutely bewildered that they'd been asked to shut up during a performance they previous day. Apparently they'd never experienced anything like that before and couldn't comprehend why it might happen. And guys, picnic blankets and chairs at the Garden Stage are a pain in the arse at the best of times, but those f**king inflatable sofa bag things are seriously taking the absolute piss.
I'm actually not getting early birds this year, as I get back from a Mexican holiday two days before next years, and I'm not sure I can handle it with jet-lag. I'm fairly sure I will change my mind at a later date, especially if the line-up is as killer as it was this year. But I always feel this way after the misery of rain, so it may just be the comedown talking.