Anybody got any fond rememberances to share of funny things happening at festivals/gigs they've attended? I remember sleeping in a Ford Escort at Knebworth for three days with Danielle (French hitch-hiker) and we had a ball watching Allman Bros., Doobie Bros., Frank Zappa, Morrison (which one?).. anyone guess the year? Also at Blackbush Common once we'd stormed the flimsy official security fence we could just about see this guy miles away on the stage with a big black hat on... the closest I'd ever gotten to Sir Bob Dylan! At Glastonbury we slept in a caravan on an ancient Mercian causeway across the Somerset levels with a guy called Cosmic Chris. At five in the morning the whole caravan and causeway started shaking so we nearly fell out of bed.. it was just the farmer taking the cattle for milking vibrating the ancient foundations of the causeway... I wonder if there's any research on that?.. have to check Google... andi wattle-son ps Danielle I still love you!! Sorry I never wrote back but got married in the interim to a Welsh bint! Chris! Are you still cosmically alive and kicking?
Isle of Avalon Interesting relevant site to Glasto etc..: http://www.isleofavalon.co.uk/history/cadbury.html aw
There are too many memorable moments but highlights would have to be; 1. First time I saw Him (sometime in the 80’s). Sat right at the front at the International in Manchester, Roy couldn’t get his lighter to work for a ‘donation’ from the audience so he borrowed my Zippo. I was the light for Roy’s ‘inspiration’!! 2. Refusing to leave the stage at the Free Trade Hall (Once??) when the fire alarm went off and Roy discussing it with the fire chief, “I know what will happen if we go out, you wont let us back in.” We refused to go, Roy played on. 3. A packed hall at the Hop and Grape and Roy asking everybody to move forward. A room full of adults shuffling along on their arses looked utterly hilarious. (To be fair, I was quite seriously ‘adjusted’ that night, but it still makes me laugh when I think about it) 4. Climbing through a window at the Burnley Mechanics Club when I forgot my ticket and couldn’t get in, and getting my foot stuck in a mop bucket in a dark service room!! 5. Glasto 99 and Roy laughing about the naked protest. “If my ‘thing’ was that shape I’d want to show it off too, it was like a bloody corkscrew!” Memorable because of the lyrics to “Glasto” on Green Man. At night with Roy is always memorable…. (P.S.Just realised I've put this in the wrong thread on the wrong topic. Never mind, eh?)
Odean Southsea (where Roy used to play sometimes) As young nippers we found out that if one of us went in the front and paid, when the lights went out, he/she would go to the toilet and open the back Fire exit door and ten us would troop in and sit in the front rows under cover of darkness. Would have to watch out for the usher or icecream lady with the torch. This was before CCTV, sensors on doors etc. were installed and we literally got away with it for years. When Roy played there he started talking to a spider climbing across his microphone. At Guildford University I managed to creep in before the ticket people turned up and watched Roy for good half an hour tuning up and messing around with Trigger, absolutely out of his face and kept squinting at me probably wondering who the hell I was! andi
Hi, that Knebworth festival was the first, it was 1974, and it wasn't Frank Zappa, you probably meant Captain Beefheart. G.
Gigs Past http://www.ukrockfestivals.com/iow1969.html Yeah, well, I was at that one... It was a really big deal back then; but a big yawn for my boys, who are accustomed to Glastonbury et. al Dylan was the headline; he was late, bored and disinterested... Ho hum Nick
Iow 1970 It doesn't get better than that! I was back stage for two hours before being escorted to the dark side! Jimi was a wizard! Some dude was selling OXO Cubes for £20 to the naive and what they didn't manage to smoke they could make a hot drink from. I always wondered what that'd do to your lungs! On a personal hygeine note, I smelled funny for a fortnight afterwards. My girlfriend said "Do you know You Hum?" I said "No, but if you can whistle a few bars, Ill soon pick it up!" One of my friends had been told that nettles were good for you and decided to make a salad with them. The person who told him so failed to mention that you have to cook them first. We tried to get him to eat some dock leaves afterwards which made him violently sick. When we got him back from hospital he didn't speak for a week! As for the guy whose head we shaved with a tonsure when he was in deep drug induced slumber, I'm sorry. He didn't notice because he didn't take his hat off for the rest of the week! By then the stubble grew through the wool! Never saw him again. As for the dude who took my sandals, I hope they served you well and gave you life long foot comfort - you selfish bastard! Oh and while we're on this subject, why did you take my guitar strings as well? You couldn't play with yourself never mind a musical instrument. IMHO most festivals are shite except for the good bits! When we ran out of money we cooked and ate all the carrot chillums and got stoned again! Also reused the cheesecloth for making cheese - not! Come to think of it, festivals had an air of innocense about them. We were young and irresponsible and completely hedonistic wild children. P
Exactly! That's why I have never stayed longer than a day at one. I just go for the good bits - then make my excuses and leave.:biggrin:
Yeah,i heard that. Have to get my arse and purse in gear and get photos (that will be a flippin dear do as it is! £4.50 each mug shot)of us all then do the pooter gubbins to sort it all . Wish you could just send the cash to the farm house like you did in the olden days ! :confused1:
Wish they were as cheap too! These days you practically need to take out a second mortgage if you take all ex's into account!:w00t:
