So, approximately eight weeks have gone by and I eventually return. I will now attempt to remember anything noteworthy which has happened over these past few weeks:
The Great Escape
I went to Brighton, I got very drunk and had lots of fun. I saw: The Temper Trap; ME with lots of drummers; Perfume Genius in a church; Crowns in a launderette; We Are Scientists from behind a pillar; And possibly some others which I can no longer remember, partly due to time passing, partly due to too much Red Stripe.
Watch The Throne
Jay-Z and Kanye West descended upon the O2 last month, and christ on a bike it was fantastic. In terms of hip-hop shows this probably counts as my second after Snoop Dogg at Lovebox last year (this may or may not be a correct calculation), but regardless of whether or not hip-hop is your ‘thing’, it was amazing. Two stages, two blokes (and when I say ‘blokes’ I mean two of the biggest men in the rap world today), some projections and a lot of pyro. I can’t quite explain how much I enjoyed it, all you need to know is that I did, a lot. And I danced like a white chick, a lot. And then I went again. And have now decided that I want to be a rapper. And am definitely not over saying ‘that shit cray’. That shit cray.
Always space for Communion related gallivanting in my world so I went to see the old crew at Bushstock a few weeks back. The second festival of the season, it was another nice attempt at ‘easing into the season’… And by that it was basically an excuse to drink all day and watch some music. Although we managed to fail rather badly on the latter. As much as I love Fionn Regan, by the time he took the church, I had drank a lot. Which meant an inevitable case of inappropriate giggles… So we had to leave. And go see Mystery Jets. Where I proceeded to dance on some seats and drink some more cider. This was then followed by SoRo Party DJing a SPECTACULAR nineties set after a few too many tequilas. Probably my highlight of the whole thing.
My first work festival was Download. It was also my first time there, ever. Not for lack of wanting to go in my teenage years might I add… Anyway. I arrived on Friday to a rather muddy site and watched Prodigy in the rain. It was fun, once the wind stopped blowing the sound in the opposite direction that was. As well as that, the rest of the weekend involved Lower Than Atlantis; Steel Panther, who are now my new favourite band; Tenacious D; Biffy Clyro; attempting to avoid Metallica but failing, partly due to James Hetfield joining us on the viewing platform during Biffy, personally, crap celebrities excite me a lot more; running away from Metallica’s set at the earliest opportunity to watch You Me At Six instead and Soundgarden. It was lots of fun. I definitely like Download.
For my second consecutive weekend drinking cider and watching bands in a field I went to Lovebox, slightly closer to home and slightly less muddy than the previous excursion. I once again slipped into the trap of drinking and having too much fun doing so rather than actually watching as many bands as I should have done, but in no particular order the following were witnessed: Hot Chip; Kelis; Friendly Fires; Crystal Fighters; Patrick Wolf; Chaka Khan; Grace Jones. I did however fail to see The Rapture, who, next to Patrick Wolf were my main priority, I blame TFL. But yet again, more FUN.
(*This is by no means an all inclusive list of what I have done, but, as I mentioned, just what I can remember, however vaguely)
I am now currently not in a field, drinking pints and watching bands, and am instead watching Hackney Weekend footage from the ‘comfort’ of my bed. I would much rather be doing the former. This ‘quiet’ lifestyle doesn’t suit me… BUT it will hopefully not last much longer as festival season is now in what I would consider full swing. Up next: Wireless, Hard Rock Calling and more than likely all sorts of other things I can’t currently think of…
I’ll try to be more coherent next time I grace this corner of the internet. Please remember it is my first sober weekend in a long time… Probably since the last time I decided to write anything here… Here’s to the next sober weekend. Or not.