I have strangely fond memories of that James set as it was mine, my wife's and my dad's first Glastonbury and nothing, not the mud or the Brexit news was going to spoil our fun. I remember waiting for the tractor to do what it needed to do and then for James to come on. I really enjoyed the set as I like it when bands play new songs (who wants the same songs over and over again?) My dad, who admits he kind of lost interest in all new music by the mid 90's, loved it despite only knowing a couple of songs. He went on to buy that album and when we went to Beautiful Days and they played there he was insistent on seeing James and being close ish.
We came away from that Glastonbury gig with my dad saying, "that James fella has some good tunes don't he", with me replying, "they're a band." That has never truly sunk in with my dad but he still brings up that moment on a regular basis to this day. The next few days didn't matter that Brexit had happened because for my dad especially, we were in the best place in the world, music soothing our souls and trying it's best to make us forget the mud.
The gig at Beautiful Days was technically better but the best moment was at that Glastonbury gig.