Ride That White Swan

and so after the last dregs of yesterday's social call, ran in momma's shoes for this:
this is one of what i call the 'Big Five', festivals i want to go before i die. the rest being Reading, Big Day Out, Fuji Rock, Coachella. but judging from yesterday's screening, none will ever have a colourful history like Glastonbury.



there's something about running amok on ancient druid soil i guess. there were wizards, fairies, bird people, gnomes, clowns and the like on festival grounds. like my idea of Devendra Banhart's Cripple Crow wedding. alot of social problems (police brutality, activists in costumes), alot of hippies (peace, love and acid), alot of nudity (painted and golden brown), alot of sun tanning, alot of sneering musicians and alot of shit (like literally -think cesspit). Rai would've digged Glastonbury in '71. He would've digged the tepees, the anarchy and the crusty living among the hippies. i would've dig all the unwashed, unruly haired, gangly men running around like wild children in the sun. haha.

null: "man, i gotta go to one of those." and so you will.