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7 minutes ago, hmmmloddy said:

Did anyone else go in the SUPER intense immersive theatre bit in London Underground in 2016? I'd REALLY like to compare notes with someone not in our group and see if they got the same thing as us.

No. But I'm really intrigued....

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6 hours ago, bennyhana22 said:

Currently have George's Fitzgerald's The Echo Forgets from his All That Must Be LP through my headphones, and am dreaming of it coming through the majesty of the Glade's system...

I mean, that's bloody IDM, George...!

Ben

where would he be playing? played that album due to your post and bloody loved it. 

what genre of electronic music is this type of music? 

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48 minutes ago, TiZuff said:

where would he be playing? played that album due to your post and bloody loved it. 

what genre of electronic music is this type of music? 

He's playing on the main Glade stage which will be incredible. I'm hoping he pops up somewhere else for a DJ set too, as he's one of the best mixers I've seen.

Like many techno/house producers, their studio records often cross quite a lot of dance genres, displaying a variety that you wouldn't necessarily associate with their DJ sets. The George Fitzgerald record has IDM, softer techno, housey elements and just straight up electronica (whatever that is...!).

He's on my must-see list, barring some horrendous near-impossible-to-resolve clash.

Ben

 

Edit - there's quite a Bonobo feel to some of the record too, and he drops some beautiful acid on Siren Calls!

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1 hour ago, dccool said:

No. But I'm really intrigued....

OK, long post. Strap in.

Got pretty obsessed about secret areas (piano bar, rabbit hole etc) in my earliest Glastonbury years and I happened to read this in the build up to the 2016 festival. Just after about half way down the page there was a mention of something being 'more than it seems' in the London Underground. Separately I'd read about some secret pirate radio station somewhere in the Block 9 area in previous years so I hoped this would be it. The rest of my group were bang up for investigating and we were going to be in the area for the Hot Chip Prince Tribute anyway. We got down there early and started nosing around the London Underground area: pulling at the scenery and looking in dark corners to see what was what.

After 15 minutes prodding inside and out, we started asking the stewards, security etc and they were having none of it. So we go inside (again) get a drink and regroup, pouring over the words about 'queue jumpers'  and things being 'not what they seem' wondering whether it was all a load of cobblers. Then one of the group goes silent and has got their eyes fixed near the main entrance where there is....a cloak room. It took a while for the rest of us to understand why this should be remarkable (we were a bit fucked tbf) but when you think about it....why would there be a cloak room....in one of the smaller stages... in the corner of Glastonbury Festival.

So everyone starts getting increasingly excited and we bowl over. There's a girl there. Standing behind a counter, in front of rack full of exactly the same long black coats. Not a puffer or a raincoat or a poncho anywhere. It's all fucking scenery. So we start shaking her down for info, 'you're not a real cloak room are you? is this the secret? how do we get in? etc'. Eventually she throws us a bone: "go outside and queue with the queue jumpers". So we leg it outside practically pissing ourselves with excitement and see, quite plainly now that we were looking for it, a pair of brightly lit but frosted glass doors on the far side of the entrance to the main queue. Next to it, there's a couple of people with a clip board and 4 or so people waiting in line. 

We walk over, trying to play it cool (having heard about the difficulties people have trying to get in to the piano bar etc) and speak to the clip-board holder. 'Wait behind them' he says gesturing to the queue. 15 minutes go by , the group in front of us go through the doors and don't come out. We have a little chat with the clip board guy (who confirms this is what I'd read about) but gives us no other clues. Eventually we're led in through the doors and the four of us are sat down in chairs next to each other in a brightly lit corridor. Round the corner come four people dressed in Amish clothing holding sacks and headphones. They don't speak, they just place the headphones on our heads and stare at us. The headphones play the sound of their voices: telling us to be calm, not to worry and to trust our them as our guides before THEY PLACE THE SACKS OVER OUR HEADS. We're then separated and led one by one down the corridor in darkness, eyes covered by the sack but with the sound of our 'guide's' voice in our ears telling us to stay calm.

From this point on, the experience was a fully staged, personal immersive theatre performance that can only sound like a massive acid trip in the retelling. I was brought in to a room and asked to kneel. The voice in the headphones offered me a tic tac, my sack was removed  and the Amish fella next to me had his hand out with some white pills in it. I took one. The voice said 'pray to the cactus god'. In front of me and the Amish guy was a 12 foot tall cactus. We prayed together. He put the sack back on my head. Then he starts telling me a story as we walk round more corners and corridors. For the life of me I can't remember the details but it wasn't a fairytale by any measure and it always linked to the next room where my sack was removed and a completely new scene greeted me. One time, I opened my eyes to one of the filthiest bathrooms I've ever seen in my life but when I adjusted to the light, the filth wasn't dirt, it was blood. And in the bath was standing a bloke covered in blood, wearing only underpants. The voice says, 'will you dance with him?' In my fairly spangled and slightly paranoid state I mustered a sort of jig and underpants bloke responded enthusiastically. We danced for a minute or so in a blood splattered bathroom in the depths of the naughty corner in the middle of Glastonbury.Then the sack was put back over my head. As we went further on down the next corridor, the story in my ears started building to a fairly negative conclusion with some fairly hellish sound effects before we reached another room and I was again told to kneel. The voice says 'this is the end for you'. Off comes the sack. There's a man running towards me over the top of a car with a massive fucking axe in both hands which he brings down on the edge of the boot, maybe a foot from my face, very fucking hard. It's over. The Amish fella leads me to the back of the room, takes my headphones and guides me towards a dark corner where there stands...a rack of coats. I push through it and I'm in the cloak room inside London Underground. The girl lifts up the counter and lets me out in to the main club bit where my friend (who entered ahead of me) was waiting. We both lose our shit, compare notes and wait for the other two. We have some celebratory shots, a moment outside and then got a decent spot for Hot Chip.

All night we just kept talking in disbelief about how good it was, that we had managed to find it, that we had managed to get in, etc etc. And whenever we met a random that we really liked we'd tell them about it, feeling very happy that we got to share this little secret to such an amazing experience. Anyway, I've never met anyone else that did it so I'm keen to know if someone on here has and if they can help fill in the gaps in my story. We went back in 2017 and it wasn't there, nor could we find anything similar. Fingers crossed for another surprise this time.

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9 minutes ago, hmmmloddy said:

OK, long post. Strap in.

Got pretty obsessed about secret areas (piano bar, rabbit hole etc) in my earliest Glastonbury years and I happened to read this in the build up to the 2016 festival. Just after about half way down the page there was a mention of something being 'more than it seems' in the London Underground. Separately I'd read about some secret pirate radio station somewhere in the Block 9 area in previous years so I hoped this would be it. The rest of my group were bang up for investigating and we were going to be in the area for the Hot Chip Prince Tribute anyway. We got down there early and started nosing around the London Underground area: pulling at the scenery and looking in dark corners to see what was what.

After 15 minutes prodding inside and out, we started asking the stewards, security etc and they were having none of it. So we go inside (again) get a drink and regroup, pouring over the words about 'queue jumpers'  and things being 'not what they seem' wondering whether it was all a load of cobblers. Then one of the group goes silent and has got their eyes fixed near the main entrance where there is....a cloak room. It took a while for the rest of us to understand why this should be remarkable (we were a bit fucked tbf) but when you think about it....why would there be a cloak room....in one of the smaller stages... in the corner of Glastonbury Festival.

So everyone starts getting increasingly excited and we bowl over. There's a girl there. Standing behind a counter, in front of rack full of exactly the same long black coats. Not a puffer or a raincoat or a poncho anywhere. It's all fucking scenery. So we start shaking her down for info, 'you're not a real cloak room are you? is this the secret? how do we get in? etc'. Eventually she throws us a bone: "go outside and queue with the queue jumpers". So we leg it outside practically pissing ourselves with excitement and see, quite plainly now that we were looking for it, a pair of brightly lit but frosted glass doors on the far side of the entrance to the main queue. Next to it, there's a couple of people with a clip board and 4 or so people waiting in line. 

We walk over, trying to play it cool (having heard about the difficulties people have trying to get in to the piano bar etc) and speak to the clip-board holder. 'Wait behind them' he says gesturing to the queue. 15 minutes go by , the group in front of us go through the doors and don't come out. We have a little chat with the clip board guy (who confirms this is what I'd read about) but gives us no other clues. Eventually we're led in through the doors and the four of us are sat down in chairs next to each other in a brightly lit corridor. Round the corner come four people dressed in Amish clothing holding sacks and headphones. They don't speak, they just place the headphones on our heads and stare at us. The headphones play the sound of their voices: telling us to be calm, not to worry and to trust our them as our guides before THEY PLACE THE SACKS OVER OUR HEADS. We're then separated and led one by one down the corridor in darkness, eyes covered by the sack but with the sound of our 'guide's' voice in our ears telling us to stay calm.

From this point on, the experience was a fully staged, personal immersive theatre performance that can only sound like a massive acid trip in the retelling. I was brought in to a room and asked to kneel. The voice in the headphones offered me a tic tac, my sack was removed  and the Amish fella next to me had his hand out with some white pills in it. I took one. The voice said 'pray to the cactus god'. In front of me and the Amish guy was a 12 foot tall cactus. We prayed together. He put the sack back on my head. Then he starts telling me a story as we walk round more corners and corridors. For the life of me I can't remember the details but it wasn't a fairytale by any measure and it always linked to the next room where my sack was removed and a completely new scene greeted me. One time, I opened my eyes to one of the filthiest bathrooms I've ever seen in my life but when I adjusted to the light, the filth wasn't dirt, it was blood. And in the bath was standing a bloke covered in blood, wearing only underpants. The voice says, 'will you dance with him?' In my fairly spangled and slightly paranoid state I mustered a sort of jig and underpants bloke responded enthusiastically. We danced for a minute or so in a blood splattered bathroom in the depths of the naughty corner in the middle of Glastonbury.Then the sack was put back over my head. As we went further on down the next corridor, the story in my ears started building to a fairly negative conclusion with some fairly hellish sound effects before we reached another room and I was again told to kneel. The voice says 'this is the end for you'. Off comes the sack. There's a man running towards me over the top of a car with a massive fucking axe in both hands which he brings down on the edge of the boot, maybe a foot from my face, very fucking hard. It's over. The Amish fella leads me to the back of the room, takes my headphones and guides me towards a dark corner where there stands...a rack of coats. I push through it and I'm in the cloak room inside London Underground. The girl lifts up the counter and lets me out in to the main club bit where my friend (who entered ahead of me) was waiting. We both lose our shit, compare notes and wait for the other two. We have some celebratory shots, a moment outside and then got a decent spot for Hot Chip.

All night we just kept talking in disbelief about how good it was, that we had managed to find it, that we had managed to get in, etc etc. And whenever we met a random that we really liked we'd tell them about it, feeling very happy that we got to share this little secret to such an amazing experience. Anyway, I've never met anyone else that did it so I'm keen to know if someone on here has and if they can help fill in the gaps in my story. We went back in 2017 and it wasn't there, nor could we find anything similar. Fingers crossed for another surprise this time.

Just had to read that twice.  

Wow. Glastonbury really is bonkers.

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1 hour ago, hmmmloddy said:

OK, long post. Strap in.

Got pretty obsessed about secret areas (piano bar, rabbit hole etc) in my earliest Glastonbury years and I happened to read this in the build up to the 2016 festival. Just after about half way down the page there was a mention of something being 'more than it seems' in the London Underground. Separately I'd read about some secret pirate radio station somewhere in the Block 9 area in previous years so I hoped this would be it. The rest of my group were bang up for investigating and we were going to be in the area for the Hot Chip Prince Tribute anyway. We got down there early and started nosing around the London Underground area: pulling at the scenery and looking in dark corners to see what was what.

After 15 minutes prodding inside and out, we started asking the stewards, security etc and they were having none of it. So we go inside (again) get a drink and regroup, pouring over the words about 'queue jumpers'  and things being 'not what they seem' wondering whether it was all a load of cobblers. Then one of the group goes silent and has got their eyes fixed near the main entrance where there is....a cloak room. It took a while for the rest of us to understand why this should be remarkable (we were a bit fucked tbf) but when you think about it....why would there be a cloak room....in one of the smaller stages... in the corner of Glastonbury Festival.

So everyone starts getting increasingly excited and we bowl over. There's a girl there. Standing behind a counter, in front of rack full of exactly the same long black coats. Not a puffer or a raincoat or a poncho anywhere. It's all fucking scenery. So we start shaking her down for info, 'you're not a real cloak room are you? is this the secret? how do we get in? etc'. Eventually she throws us a bone: "go outside and queue with the queue jumpers". So we leg it outside practically pissing ourselves with excitement and see, quite plainly now that we were looking for it, a pair of brightly lit but frosted glass doors on the far side of the entrance to the main queue. Next to it, there's a couple of people with a clip board and 4 or so people waiting in line. 

We walk over, trying to play it cool (having heard about the difficulties people have trying to get in to the piano bar etc) and speak to the clip-board holder. 'Wait behind them' he says gesturing to the queue. 15 minutes go by , the group in front of us go through the doors and don't come out. We have a little chat with the clip board guy (who confirms this is what I'd read about) but gives us no other clues. Eventually we're led in through the doors and the four of us are sat down in chairs next to each other in a brightly lit corridor. Round the corner come four people dressed in Amish clothing holding sacks and headphones. They don't speak, they just place the headphones on our heads and stare at us. The headphones play the sound of their voices: telling us to be calm, not to worry and to trust our them as our guides before THEY PLACE THE SACKS OVER OUR HEADS. We're then separated and led one by one down the corridor in darkness, eyes covered by the sack but with the sound of our 'guide's' voice in our ears telling us to stay calm

I can’t tell if this is a wind up, did this actually happen?

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10 minutes ago, Supernintendo Chalmers said:

@hmmmloddy great story, it's moments like this why we love the place so much. Unique, intimate, pulse-racing, random encounters. Love hearing stories like this.

This.

These kind of stories are what separate genuinely wonderful places like Glastonbury, Boomtown etc., from 'some bands. In a field. Playing some music.'

A few years ago a mate and I were so excited to be invited into the staff bar/dance area behind The Rabbit Hole. It's not even especially 'exciting' in there, per se, but the mere fact that it exists and we went in there was thrilling!

Ben

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9 hours ago, gordong said:

I can’t tell if this is a wind up, did this actually happen?

I know it sounds like I was tripping balls but that link should give you some confirmation that *something* was there to be found that year. It was also a year when the likes of Secret Cinema/ Youmebumbumtrain / Punch Drunk were at peak hype and these guys were definitely doing stuff at that level. It seemed an incredible amount of production to invest in an experience that I guess only a hundred or so people could have a day but as @bennyhana22 and @Supernintendo Chalmers point out: it’s stuff like this that raises Glasto above others and keeps us coming back again and again. Like the rabbit hole. Like the mad corners and cupboards in Shangri-La. etc etc.

We actually went back to the cloakroom in London Underground later in the festival to absolutely double check we weren’t all slipped some magic beans. They gave us a bit of chat and my friend a kind of fluorescent baseball cap when he said he ‘left his coat there’ last night. He treasures that thing as we all do the experience.

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14 minutes ago, hmmmloddy said:

It seemed an incredible amount of production to invest in an experience that I guess only a hundred or so people could have a day but as @bennyhana22 and @Supernintendo Chalmers point out: it’s stuff like this that raises Glasto above others and keeps us coming back again and again.

Honestly this. This this this this this

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12 hours ago, hmmmloddy said:

OK, long post. Strap in

Wow. That was epic. Thanks for writing it up! 

37 minutes ago, Supernintendo Chalmers said:

From the intensity of the situation I think it's wise that you weren't...

Agreed, If I was spangled in that situation, I would have screamed, cried and shat myself simultaneously. 

Wonder what they've got in store for us this year?

 

 

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4 hours ago, Ddiamondd said:

First anniversary of this going down – one of the better parties I've ever been in the heat of, and it was on a Monday or something ridiculous if I recall correctly. Start your day right.

 

Class set. One of the last great boiler room sets to my knowledge. I think I’ve been playing Supermodel regularly ever since. My missis squealed with excitement when I first had it on as she loves Rupaul.

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5 hours ago, bennyhana22 said:

These kind of stories are what separate genuinely wonderful places like Glastonbury, Boomtown etc., from 'some bands. In a field. Playing some music.'

Can confirm. Was involved in a fully acted out wild west wedding at Boomtown '18 where I had to be the priest. The groom's mistress turned up and had a massive argument because she was pregnant with his child. Great fun.

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