Glastonbury see all items . Being currently somewhere in Bolivia, I have not had time to finish my report on Glastonbury 2007. However, two special envoys for The JM Blog were also present to make you relive the past two days, I have appointed JM Vincent P. JM and Roma. It begins with the first named will tell you on Saturday ...
Saturday morning. Woke up early. Up late. Howling in the tent next door. The mud began to creep across the tent. First look out: a mound of beer cans left, our soft muddy boots ahead wisely, we are ready to screw up your feet again and again ... Well Saturday. On paper the day the less exciting musically.
For some reason at the time of writing it continued to rain until quite late, so that we had ample time to take advantage of a excellent breakfast typically british watching the rain fall. Unforgettable. With all this crap the first group we saw none other than Dirty Pretty Things , or the minions of Barat affectionately known as our friend Pete. True to themselves. Not good not bad. But not especially good either.
Branch The Other Stage or we hear the end of the set of Brazilian CSS. Follow Klaxons that swamp us a pretty good set ... and yes! It was indeed very nice, and the guitarist kept saying that it was the happiest time of his life to play here in Glastonbury and had sunglasses for some reason at the time of writing, because it was raining, but I think he was crying ...
Then Doherty has landed us play a few songs with his funny ... even Babyshambles Kate Moss hum came two or three words with this good Pete. "I'm so clever, wise and clever so fuck forever " he sang. Interesting. The Guillemots
. Half an hour in mud. This is quite handy because next the famous stand where they sell the pear cider, cider 8% absolutely devastating. Many people are beginning to drench around the mud pit. Disturbing. It is only 19:30. The Guillemots
us a lil concert out of the ordinary, including the Brazilian dancers on each side of the stage. Not bad, but it breaks not three feet and a duck as they say on the side of Biot.
At this moment we have the chance to enjoy again the divine kitchen of Glastonbury. Whatever your stand where you go, everything tastes the same anyway. Editors . First reaction: I did not know there was Interpol ! Too cool! Oh no shit it's not actually them. Indeed it is not them. They are certainly not bad, but much worse. The singer makes funny gestures on stage, he tightens his arms very high, it's amazing. Some songs are very good output, which made me think that these guys had potential. Listening to the album, one realizes that this is not entirely false, but not necessarily true.
Kill mud to Pyramid Stage for the last concert of the day. Killers . Music by killers. Is a crazy world. It's hysteria. Finally here Brandon . And it starts with a big fireworks show ... the American way. And then they play all their hits: Read My Mind , Somebody Told Me ... But what shocks is how these songs are hollow. Nothing emerges. No emotion. This is especially disturbing to see how this group is popular. That must be it commercial music. I remember those two Korean kills head screaming: "I've got soul purpose I'm not a soldier, I've got soul but I'm Not a soldier "... They had reached a kind of trance. Fascinating.
As you can see the concerts seen today were very average, we will not hide it. It was difficult anyway to repeat the performance on Friday. To drown our grief we went to two three Pear Cider before staggering to Last Vegnass then The Stone Circle in the cold, mud and people dressed as rabbits. Rabbits full of mud. crowded tents. Rabbits. Thom Yorke? Pills? Mud. Rock'N'Roll.
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