Female Vocals/Male Hip-Hop

B.o.B - Airplanes.



Eminem - Love the way you lie.

Glastonbury 2010.

After months of youtube videos and silly postsecrets, finally some actually reviewing of some music!

Well there's only one place to begin: the biggest festival in the world, Glastonbury Festival 2010 of Contemporary Performing Arts. It was an eagerly awaited weekend, all the more anticipated in light of recent personal events, as it allowed me 4 days of uninterrupted time with my 3 best friends, endless music and entertainment and that special feeling that only 175,000 people in a muddy field trying to use 30 toilets can bring to your psyche. It fact though, this year the field was not muddy, but dusty, it was the warmest weekend of the year so far and I actually made the brave move of leaving my wellies in the car, something which any Glasto veteran would argue was completely insane.

Following a 6am start cruising down the M6, the M5 and finally some A roads in the village of Pilton, me and my lovely travel companion arrived within the festival boundaries without a clue where to park. Eventually we found a spot, which inconveniently also happened to be the furthest parking spot from the festival available. It was closer to Bristol than the Pyramid stage. Anyway, after a good two hours were spent lugging our crates of beer, bags and sleeping bags from the car to the park we could relax, at least in the shade; it had turned out I had, in the first 2 hours of the festival, managed get myself sunburnt. I don't do sexy tans. At one end of my skin colour scale is ghoulish white, the other is beetroot.

That day/night was spent seeing acts such as Ellie Goulding (alrightish) and Florance and the Machine (good enough) before welcoming another of our crew to a smoking Barbeque. It was a great time, beers, clear skies, the five of us. Ah, I was finally experiencing the essence of Glastonbury; what all those hippies rattle on about and what cannot be experienced via pressing the red button; the simplicity in enjoying shared company and with no worries. It felt great to relax and to escape my thoughts and worries from home and from University.

I had no job, I did not know my second year result from Uni, my state of mind was not in the best of shape and I was feeling slightly depressed. It was good to relax and just think of nothing. No pressure, no responsibilities, no guilt, no pain.

Fatboy Slim was epic. The dance field was packed to the rafters and with a carton of 9 litre wine between 5 of us, it was fair to suggest we were all up for a decent time. Norman Cook was on fine form and the crowd wasn't lacking either. A great headliner and a great set.

The next day was spent wishing the world away and not doing a whole lot. An encounter with the old foe, Germany, was awaiting the England team in the World Cup the following day, and singing Three Lions, along with The Lightening Seeds on the Pyramid Stage was enough to stir some national emotion prior to the game. After exploring The Park and Greenfields we returned to the Pyramid Stage for Shakira (incredible), Scissor Sisters (bizarre) and Muse (out-of-this-world).

Sunday was football day. The cross of St. George was waving, England shirts were pulled over torsos and 80,000 supporters descended on a giant TV screen to watch the English beat the Germans. Except it didn't quite happen like that. It could have been the greatest party I'd ever been to, with more people watching the game in a field in Somerset than in the stadium itself. Alas, the players didn't show up, the officials forgot the rules and Heskey didn't score. There's something about football which means that holds you and stirs emotions which I'm previously unaware of. It is the only thing I've ever found in my life which will always be there. My love for football is probably the strongest emotion I will ever feel. It sounds sad in some respects, but my love for other things in recent times has failed to return any profit. Win or lose, in football there is always the next game, next season, some hope and eventual triumph. Stevie Wonder, Faithless and Jack Johnson followed in the evening. It softened the blow of England's exit to some extent, but it still hurt.

4 days with my 3 best friends, did me the world of good. I'm beginning to work things out, move on. Time (and Glastonbury) heals. They'll always be there for me and always respect and love me, for who I am and not who I try to be. That is a reassuring thought.

Summer '10

Between folding headrests for airplanes, serving Carlsberg and going South on the M6.



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