| Muddy
Musical Glastonbury!
By Maxwell Pereira
maxpk@vsnl.com
Getting
away from the heat for a summer vacation has become part of life.
For those who can afford, our own local hills and other resorts;
exotic haunts of Europe for the super rich. “Come summer,”
my daughter’s unabashed refrain: “Oxford Street in
London is like Karol Bagh, with more Indians crawling than locals”.
For those culturally minded, Europe’s musical scene is an
attraction too.
Now
that circumstances permit, I myself took off for a southern sojourn
in Bangalore, the poor-man’s-Ooty Saklespur in the Western
Ghats, then Mangalore, and the ayurvedic resorts in the vast expanse
of backwaters in Kerala. For a fish eater, seafood lover, and
one who is ecstatic about soothing body care, nothing could be
more exotic.
My
son in England and his bride too took off around the same time
for a weekend break. In their life style they do it ever so often,
and so do not make much of these indulgences. Neither are they
gushingly eloquent to write home about such. This time though,
I was surprised to get a long mail about their holiday. They had
been to an Event of Performing Arts and musical extravaganza –
the Glastonbury Festival.
Glastonbury
Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts – one of the largest
music festivals in the world and known to be the mother of all
festivals in the UK, is run by Somerset farmer Michael Eavis at
Worthy Farm, Pilton - near Glastonbury - since 1970. Normally
on the last full weekend of June, with an occasional miss to give
both the land (a working farm) and the locals a chance to recover.
My
son found the Festival ‘amazing’. The setting on 700
acres in a beautiful valley, the site huge – about a mile
and a half across with a perimeter fence about 8 1/2 miles. Everything
within the fence – camping and entertainment, with no arena
to queue up for and enter each day. Several stages for the music,
theatre, circus, cabaret, and acts of performing artistes –
a three day festival at which everyone camped in tents. “We
got there on Thursday morning, a few friends arriving earlier
to cordon off an area for us. We had 10 tents in total around
a gazebo, like a little commune!”
What
was special? “The festival started on Friday afternoon,
but before that there was this biggest thunderstorm in history.
It started at around 3 in the morning while we were still in our
tents. There was so much lightning that the ground was shaking
and the whole tent would light up. Apparently some dipstick decided
to go to the toilet in the middle of the whole thing and got struck
by lightning, and got thrown three tents away! Also a couple of
the festival tents got struck and split in half.”
That
was just the start. Most of the 152,000 crowd – over 100000
paid ticket holders, 35000 staff and performers, and in tow the
‘Kidz Field Crew’ – all left covered in mud.
292 people lost their tents when over two inches of rain thrashed
the site from 3am to about noon causing heavy floods. “A
river of mud and water flowing down the hill sweeping away everything
in its way, including people sleeping in tents, the toilet blocks,
a parked ice cream truck etc. 100s of people had to be evacuated
to a different part of the valley, a lot of them lost everything.
We were lucky and were pitched on a slight hill, away from the
flood, and were spared the consequences.”
More
than 3m litres of water were pumped off the site by the fire service
after the torrential thunderstorm left some tents submerged in
8ft of water. Specialist fire service rescue teams checking submerged
tents for occupants, found no-one was seriously hurt by the floods
– which caused power failures and delayed the start of the
programme. Renowned though for the variety and energy-sapping
quality of its mud, Glastonbury will remember 2005 as the year
of the great flood.
But
despite nature playing dirty, the flash floods gave way to brilliant
sunshine and Glastonbury danced itself into the muddy ground.
“In spite of the chaos, damage and confusion, the festival
continued, the people’s mood not dampened. It was so crazy,
having to wade through knee deep mud at times trying to get from
one place to another, as the flooding had made the valley of farmland
just one huge swamp/mud flat. The previous week had been really
hot and sunny, so no one had brought Wellingtons. Which meant
everyone went down the market area to buy boots and socks. 100,000+
people trying to do this caused everything to sell out in minutes,
causing queues that stretched literally for miles. Apparently
33k wellies were sold, just on that Friday!”
“The
music was amazing and many fantastic performances. Some of the
bands I listened to were: Coldplay, Keane, The Killers, Kaiser
Chiefs, Jools Holland, Van Morisson, White Stripes. There were
others too, but I can’t remember!”
Information
on ways to improve one’s life and the world around, shopping
in the vast markets of over 700 stalls with their fantastic variety
of clothes, crafts and food; the enlightenment, the mime artists
cutting the grass with nail scissors, the mad butler with his
tray of drinks, the tea ladies on tour..... just added their bit
to make Glastonbury Festival the place to spend the best time
of one’s life!
“All
were unanimous in their verdict: The secret of Glastonbury’s
success… the people! The weekend went really quickly, with
BBQs and beers and cider, walking through whacky
areas of the festival, with naked people, circus tents and cabaret
performances including poetry recitals! All in all it was awesome!”
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words: 04 .07.2005: Copy Right © Maxwell Pereira: 3725 Sec-23,
Gurgaon-122002. You can interact with the author at http://
www.maxwellperira.com and maxpk@vsnl.com
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