Here Comes The Rain.

The UK Music Festival season has begun. Kicking off this weekend with the first of the major venues – The Isle Of Wight Festival, and with it comes the rain. There was a time when I’d have braved anything the elements could come up with to spend a weekend in a field listening to music but, even if it pains me to say it, I don’t want to do it anymore.

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I’ve gone for days without decent food or sleep, lived on a diet of alcohol and junk, levitated above festival loos and loved every minute of it but there comes a time in life when proper food, a comfy bed and hot and cold running water become necessities and much as I love the idea of a festival the reality is not for me anymore. There’s still a part of me that would love to do Glastonbury one day but unless there’s a hotel and a guest pass  it’s not going to happen.

Thankfully my festival days were back when we had film in our cameras. I don’t think we even had phones, if we did they definitely didn’t have cameras (yes – I am old) so there aren’t a lot of photographs but even then I always had a camera on me. (unless I’m in it – I took it).

So to get into the spirit of the season from the comfort of home I’m playing an album from all the bands that are at the Isle Of Wight today that I have in my itunes, enjoying a glass or two of wine and hosting my own, civilised, warm, dry version of the day.

Cheers.

The Line Up

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Sundays Are For #3

A lazy start. Sunday brunch of Eggs Benedict served on a Ciabatta with Smoked Salmon, Spinach, Mushrooms and Cherry Tomatoes and a cup of delicious freshly ground Coffee. Wye Oak on itunes, a bit of homework, a few chores and  Scott Pilgrim to watch later.