Festivals II
It's that time of year again
I was at a free festival outside Worthing in the early 90s, expounds Richard mcbeef off the internet. A bloke went mental on the dancefloor and started hitting people. He was restrained, calmed down, but then did it again, a good three times more. Eventually he was pursued around the arena by an ever-growing number of people, like in Benny Hill. He was chased into a massive nettle patch and ended up tied to a chair.
Tell us your festival experiences.
( , Thu 25 Jun 2015, 9:45)
It's that time of year again
I was at a free festival outside Worthing in the early 90s, expounds Richard mcbeef off the internet. A bloke went mental on the dancefloor and started hitting people. He was restrained, calmed down, but then did it again, a good three times more. Eventually he was pursued around the arena by an ever-growing number of people, like in Benny Hill. He was chased into a massive nettle patch and ended up tied to a chair.
Tell us your festival experiences.
( , Thu 25 Jun 2015, 9:45)
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I've only ever been to one 'mainstream' festival
and that was Reading in 1989. New order were appallingly shit, the Pogues were, well, the Pogues, and the best bit of the Mission's set was when Clint Mansell came on stage to join them in a rendition of Anarchy in the UK, before Wayne Hussey forgot some words to Shelter from the Storm and then decided to launch straight into 1969.
The absolute standout, though, was the Butthole Surfer's slot, in which they proceeded to just go mental. This was them, although the quality is a bit ropey.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AybqfcZ5UMY
It was also the year that my mate Ant decided it would be a good idea to pitch his tent in a hollow in the ground, before going off to the main field and enjoy himself. Around that time, the heavens opened and by the time he returned to his pitch, the hollow had become a giant, dirty puddle and the contents of his tent were utterly fucked. Poor bastard.
He's at Glastonbury this weekend. I hope a lesson has been learned.
( , Sat 27 Jun 2015, 14:42, 2 replies)
and that was Reading in 1989. New order were appallingly shit, the Pogues were, well, the Pogues, and the best bit of the Mission's set was when Clint Mansell came on stage to join them in a rendition of Anarchy in the UK, before Wayne Hussey forgot some words to Shelter from the Storm and then decided to launch straight into 1969.
The absolute standout, though, was the Butthole Surfer's slot, in which they proceeded to just go mental. This was them, although the quality is a bit ropey.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AybqfcZ5UMY
It was also the year that my mate Ant decided it would be a good idea to pitch his tent in a hollow in the ground, before going off to the main field and enjoy himself. Around that time, the heavens opened and by the time he returned to his pitch, the hollow had become a giant, dirty puddle and the contents of his tent were utterly fucked. Poor bastard.
He's at Glastonbury this weekend. I hope a lesson has been learned.
( , Sat 27 Jun 2015, 14:42, 2 replies)
1, 2, 3, kick, 1, 2, 3, kick...
Nice to see someone channelling the spirit of The Shadows there.
( , Sat 27 Jun 2015, 18:50, closed)
Nice to see someone channelling the spirit of The Shadows there.
( , Sat 27 Jun 2015, 18:50, closed)
I saw that. First time I'd ever seen the Butties. Stood there with my mouth open for about 40 mins.
Was working the stage that year. Was in the wings just before they went on. They stuffed an old briar pipe with about a quarter of hash, sucked it all down in a couple of hits each, and staggered onto the stage. And still managed the synchronized high-kicks during "Sweat Loaf" Awesome.
( , Wed 1 Jul 2015, 21:28, closed)
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