Mr November
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Leaked. Out in a week or so.
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I went with all the cool kids to watch Alvvays and Django Django straight after.
Felt so sorry Django Django that day. Up against Lionel, then the gear packs in.
That's now the third year in a row I've been in the JP tent and somethings gone wrong with the sound (inc. the shutdown for the storm in '14)
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Never been a big fan, but the new Tame Impala record is great.
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Al Doyle played in LCD.
H...how did I not realise this..?
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A single member of LCD singing a single verse of an LCD song.
Wait, what? Who? What am I missing here?
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Not properly evacuating my bowels before dropping. Went for a poo after PSB and got my phone out to use the torch and check if there was a preliminary clean up required. Snapped to after God knows how long bent over a long drop staring down it.
Also unable to determine how long it took to get tissues out of their little packet, but damn was that difficult.
I will also never take my 'waterproof' jacket with me. Got utterly soaked after Jungle.
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I still don't understand how anyone can complain about the position or sound at Arcadia. We went every night this year and not once was it too crowded or too quiet. Brilliant, banging nights every time.
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I was happy with the sound everywhere except for The Park. It was too loud and distorted and the only times I was there, I stood right in front of the sound desk.
Only other problem was up on the hill during Burt Bacharach, started very quiet, but was rectified not long into the set.
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I've a had a couple of odd ones over the last week, but I put it down to the heat. I guess this is a good place to mention one of the most terrifying dreams I've ever had that just so happens to be about Glastonbury. I even gave it a name...
Micheal's Judgement
It was one night in the run-up to October ticket day. Excitement and apprehension were high, but hadn't played too much on my mind, though in retrospect, my subconscious may well have been carrying a heavy load.
I was at the festival with friends, some from my usual group, other's that I've never been to a festival with before. We arrived on what seemed to be the Friday - bands were already playing and a few people were having to set up tents within the big venue tents as there was no space elsewhere. I had a pop-up tent set up within a Williams Green-esque venue.
It was early evening and thick grey clouds blocked out most of the remaining sunlight. It was a little windy and wet underfoot. I wandered between stages - they were small and close together. The number of festival goers at this point was low. It felt more like a fun fair. In fact, it was much like the festival was taking place withing the Unfairground area. There were some big names playing (I can't remember who), but in true Glastonbury style, they were all playing at the same time. People were complaining about this, the weather, some technical issues.
There was a sense of aggression even more disturbing than that you'd find at Leeds Festival and it became apparent that some punters were growing nervous. People working the stages, bars and attractions were being rude, unhelpful and stirring up the negative atmosphere. As night set in, so did a storm, and things started to get really scary. People were running from unseen terrors, others being restrained by security seemingly for their amusement. I went to my tent and tried to shut it all out.
I when I next opened my tent, a stream had appeared, running directly at me, forcing me to exit. It was early morning now. The sun was up, but the dark grey clouds persisted. There was no rain, but a menacing wind swirled about the site. I began to here the sound of screams, explosions and laughter. Venturing out of the venue tent, I was confronted by scenes of utter horror. Festival workers, their faces adorned with crude makeup styled like twisted clowns, were attacking the attendees, slaughtering them where they stood. Huge pieces of the structures were being torn down by the wind, wiping out crowds as they desperately tried to escape the Shangri-La-esque alleyways.
I managed to make a break up-hill, back through the venue tent which now had huge torrents of water pouring through it. Exiting out the other side, I found some of my friends and girlfriend running up the hill towards the carparks. We were being chased towards the car park by the festival workers - Micheal's Mob. "Micheal's lost it!", someone cried. It was then that I realised the laughter I could here was from across the site, booming and maniacal. As I looked back, I could see Micheal hovering above the site (not unlike God in Monty Python and the Holy Grail), laughing and pointing at the carnage below.
As we reached the top of the hill, we hurdled a gate and begin making our way up a track, dry stone wall on ether side. I looked to my left and could see the site below, fire, smoke and screams filled the valley. Burning rocks began falling from the sky, pummeling the crowds running through the fields on either side of me. When there weren't the rocks falling, tornadoes would whip by and dozens of people would disappear in an instant. I slowed to turn round and take in the scene and fathom what was happening and as I turned back, I could see my girlfriend up ahead make it to a crossroads in the track, just before a tornado hurtled by and she was gone. I stopped and screamed "Noooooo!!!". I was no longer scared, I was angry. I turned back to see Evil Eavis hovering now more centrally above the site, seemingly looking at me, his laughter filling the air like thunder. As my fellow revelers continued to fall around me, I knew I was going to have to make a stand...
But then I woke up.
I am yet to face down Evil Eavis and when I saw him at the festival, I could hear that laughter in the deep recesses of my mind. As he looked me in the eye, it felt like he could see what I had seen, that I had uncovered his secret identity. Then he drove on.
Until next time, Micheal...
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I'm terrible at this. I was stood next to Benedict Cumberbatch last year and didn't even realise until I saw a picture of him there in the paper when I got home.
This year I finally got to see the main man himself driving along the train track on the Wednesday evening. Looked me right in the eye and said hello. I must've looked like a rabbit in headlights.
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Didn't get a photo but thanks to everyone who recommended the tartiflette from La Grande Bouffe. Gorgeous stuff.
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Spent too long lying on the floor of the Acoustic Tent, stuffing myself with mac & cheese and got down to WG too late to get in.
My group stood on a little bank where we could see over the crowd and watching that whole scene unfold was both magical and surreal. The energy from the crowd drew me in that it felt almost like an out of body experience. In my top 5 of the weekend and loving the new album.
Do think his new haircut looks daft though.
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Not sure if it counts as the Lords Of Lighting used the Lightning to play music, but I thought the Arcadia show was the best one yet. Absolutely stunning.
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Dropped into the Dragon Tent to escape the sun and a chap came on and played some fantastic classical guitar. Then went and sat outside the tent where the BBC were interviewing a guy who was getting married at the festival. The guy behind the camera was someone I met ten years ago to the weekend in America, but haven't spoken to for a good eight. Just another Glastonbury moment.
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please spare a thought for us poor saps who got there early to secure a good spot and endured the end of hoziers set. Horrific scenes.
Had to go through that for George f-ing Ezra just to get a spot on the hill where we could have a lie down and enjoy Burt Bacharach. That kid is utterly atrocious, I was stunned at the size of the crowd for it. A Macy Gray cover too, WTF. Of all the songs he could've picked and on top of that, he murdered it.
Patti was a real revelation for me. Only missed the first song and that annoys me know. Never actively listed to her material but the message, the passion, the music... As a few have said before, a Glastonbury defining act if ever there was one.
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Bon Iver
Daughter
M83
Radiohead
Sigur Ros
The National
Beach House
Haim
Phoenix
Editors
Gabrielle Aplin
Jagwar Ma
Beirut
Wild Beasts
Brand New
Sufjan Stevens
Foals
You. I like you.
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Public Service Broadcasting
Hot Chip
Todd Terje
Four Tet (Genosys)
Tie for 5th:
Everything Everything (Williams Green) vs Jungle
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Underspent by £100 and absolutely nailed the amount of booze I took, needed no more had none to take home.
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For a moment I thought you were going to be the girl that two of my group asking where our friend Ben had gone during Four Tet on Genosys thinking you were his fiancé.
If you're out there, we're sorry and thanks for laughing it off. We could see her face on you, we were in a...weird place.
Would love to see Ben back on here, he's probably on the biggest comedown of all time.
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Saw a lot of open and happy same sex couples at the festival too! Nice to see since i've seen a lot of homophobic remarks thrown around at other events!
I was pretty disappointed by the ".... is gay" flags I saw around the site this year.
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Sadly no photos, but the little kid in a homemade Uber taxi crowdsurfing to Jungle was probably my favourite.
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It was noticeably busy this year and that tainted some great moments. Cut 10% of the attendance and add the difference to the ticket price in my opinion.
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PSB - Go! Felt like the Glade was going to lift off
The energy in there was spectacular!
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The number of internationals I came across this year was much higher than normal. The group of Spaniards that started rowing during Todd Terje were a particularly fun bunch.
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I'm going to assume that this is what you meant and are not actually a complete moron.