In May 2015 my brother was diagnosed with terminal lung Cancer. He went down hill so quickly that he passed away on the Monday before the gates opened. I'd been in the hospice for 3 weeks straight with little sleep and very few breaks. Glastonbury was the last thing on my mind but my wife and sister convinced me to go. On the Wednesday and Thursday I put on a brave face and went through the motions but I wasn't coping well at all. However, that year it was a friend's first year and his enthusiasm and happiness of being there was infectious. He was completely blown away by the place and the experience. If it wasn't for him I might have gone home. The music started and on the Friday morning King Gizzard started playing and I felt myself smiling for the first time in weeks. It really is amazing how good friends and music can get you through the toughest times in your life.