Green Man Festival 2008
do we put ourselves through this? Why do we
religiously attend these UK festivals? Why do
we battle through hell or (very) highwater and
suffer dodgy cheeseburgers of dubious origin
only to endure unpredictable weather extremes,
often resembling conditions that make the battle
of the Somme look like a teddybears picnic?
its rock 'n' roll... and folk... and psych and
folktronica and a shitload of other tronicas
not yet invented... it's yet another inspired
mudbath, sorry festival. If it's August, if
it's mid Wales, if it's not sign posted and
if it's raining, it must be the return of the
Greenman Festival. Yes, my ongoing tour of country
estates with added drug consumption continues
apace, this time the spectacular Brecon Beacons...
(didn't they support the cheviots on their 93
tour?) are the utterly gorgeous backdrop to
this 10,000 capacity musical extravaganza. ...
Saturday morning we go in search of a traditional
English breakfast. We can't find one, so settle
for the Thai experience version of the aforesaid
delicacy.... Two words.... foreign and muck.....
Not cheap either, 7 quid if you include cup
of tea. We steal the free bread.
find ourselves gravitating yet again to the
folkey dokey stage. Not only does it offer some
protection from the elements but also has the
best bands. A band called Brigyn
turned in a faultless, classy set of mid tempo
folk rock with lyrics sung predominantly in
Welsh. They did a beautiful version of Leonard
Cohen's 'hallelujah'. A brave song to pull off
at the best of times, but they did so with aplomb.
It was very moving.
by John Haylock
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