5 July 2010

Diddley bo diddley bo ALL THE TIME



Festivals are all about shuffling into spaces. Playing people tetris.

They are ALSO about dangling Converse from bags, everyone singing along to 'Lola' on a Sunny Afternoon lalala, children sitting on their daddies' shoulders, Pete Doherty's ballerinas, remembering my teen love affair with 'poetic' Pete and his London vowels and disregard for committed consonants, pretending that Seasick Steve is my grandad or, better still, my red wine-swilling story-telling buddy, weaving weaving through the crowds whilst looking at my socked feet and holding onto a hand, acting out Ballad of the Thin Man with expressive eyes and literal dance moves, forgiving Bob his ravaged gravel-voice as he can still roll stones and stands firmly in rock, following the flame-filled lanterns overhead with our upturned faces, guessing the suit and number of an abandoned playing card lying under dancing toes that pull foot-tapping shapes, discovering that Davendra has lost his beard but not his dulcet-delicious tones, drinking cider two cups at a time as stray hay sticks itself to bare legs, smooching to Mumford and Sons though claiming it's to the sight of horizon hand-claps, planning to make our own diddley bo, battling with hat-hair that actually sits best when unkempt in Kent...

And they finish with a zig-zag parade through emptied cups and polystyrene debris, aweary beatific and aweary, and dosing on a coach as a Denzel Washington film plays in the background of my half-asleep songs that I take with me from Hop Farm.

2 comments:

Mike said...

The Guardian said that Seasick Steve was a caricature of himself, and wishes that Dylan would stop touring and put everyone out of their misery - but its not compulsory to go (except for newpaper reviewers perhaps.)
Glad that you had a good time, sorry about the hat hair (is photo possible?), anxious about you smooching Mumford and Sons...

anna said...

Not my hat hair (mine was all currrrly that day) and I wasn't smooching Mumford, heaven forbid! They wear waistcoats and lure Laura away from sensible people and sensible music making. I would smooch Steve though, but more an eskimo kiss. He's no caricature, he's REAL (even if he does resemble Santa Clause a little....)