I woke up this morning satisfied. This feeling did not last, my friends. I’m sure you’ve all gone to your crude places in your crude minds, but this was the innocent thoughts of a dreamer. No more, and no less. A dreamer who woke up this sunny morning after living a life (and a lie) during her sleep the night previous. This was the ‘Festival Feeling’ that was briskly shattered by the ‘Real World’ as my alarm rung through me like atoms in a metal stick, or something similar and more scientifically correct.
Yes, I STILL have the Glastonbury Blues. Even the sight of (let’s face it, the slightly underwhelming) Wireless Festival couldn’t fill me with joy.
It has been 18 days since 145,000 dishevelled dirty folk left the fantasy behind for another year, and if I could, I would be playing a violin in your ears right now to emphasis the point.
Instead, here are some photographs…
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Tagged 2013, arcadia, festival, gigs, glastonbury, michaeleavis, music, nightlife, otherstage, photography, pyramidstage, rollingstones, shangrila
Does what it says on the tin.
They were seriously mega last night.
It all started in the Hatchet, Bristol’s oldest pub for grub, a few ciders and large quantities of banter before heading across the yonder to the O2 Academy.
They gave us free sweets on the doors for no apparent reason! Awesome. And the guy at the ticket booth happily read the confirmation number scrawled across my wrist. Impressed.
The supporting act was ok, pretty catchy, and he had hair like a tame Beetlejuice, but the venue was sold out for one reason.
Eighteen speakers began to rumble as the cloth dropped to reveal that delicious shiny cross. Everyone went nuts. I lasted one song before needing to remove myself from the pit because I do, in fact, value my life.
The lights were glorious and complemented the music superbly with an all round fab atmosphere. In terms of the venue, to be honest, not a big fan of the O2 Academy. It lacks a certain charisma and intimacy that smaller venues nail , but it’s the biggest venue in Bristol so what you gonna do. It also took us an hour to get our coats. Boo.
The highlight? There was no bad song. Nothing. Everything was perfect. The best had to be D.A.N.C.E. Predictable but it is just my absolute fave.
Here’s a confession though…I might have substituted Diet Coke for Gaymers and Sambuca…
Here is some recent nightlife photography (the clue was in the title) taken for the young, cool and funky Don’t Panic Bristol.