April is getting quite interesting for me. It has always been, hasn’t it?
Firstly, it’s Glastonbury time. No matter how hard you try to justify the price of the ticket in an objective way, truth is it is very expensive ( over £200 +booking fees and delivery charges), though it’s Glastonbury. Which means you are happy to pay that amount of money because you will be camping for nearly a week, you will be wandering around many stages and you will be watching countless bands. I like to compare this price to a ‘holiday’ one. Yes, going to Glastonbury means people have to take time off before and after (good luck to those who will go back to business on Tuesday, I am not that hardcore), buying the right clothes for the event (I have to leave my vintage ones in the wardrobe. Ironically, I always have to shop for ‘new’ scruffy ones) and also providing for food for the first couple of days. Food doesn’t come cheap down there, better go to Sainsbury on Tuesday night shopping for rice cakes, sandwiches and biscuits.
To stay grungey and scruffy, I would love to see Novana playing in Worthy Farm. I had the pleasure to see them live earlier this month in the Jazz Cafe. I am not interested in reviewing an awesome gig, kudos to three young guys who take themselves very seriously without causing any harm or embarrassment. A very nice gig indeed, Kurt Cobain is still alive.
And then it’s OASIS. I have to write the name in capital letters because Oasis.. is simply OASIS. (One of) my favourite band(s), still relevant after 20 years from Definitely Maybe. Of course, I went to Shoreditch for the exhibition CHASING THE SUN: OASIS 1993-1997. I didn’t feel nostalgic simply because I wasn’t there when the Gallaghers were chasing the sun. I was 4 years old and I had no clue about music, Britpop, Liam Gallagher. The incredible thing about the exhibition is the simplicity of it all. All the pictures taken from their heydays, Live in Knebworth 1996, videos taken from their first 3 albums. No fancy dressing (like my blog). It’s a tribute to a band who will reform at some point, I am sure.
Not satisfied with all these lovely experiences, I have sorted out my ticket and trip to Barcelona for the Nowhere Festival. Still, I am not too sure why I am doing that straight after Glastonbury. And if it’s worth missing the World Cup for a strange experimental festival. Will it be possible to shift from the muddy fields to the desert in the middle of nowhere in just about a week? I’ve got my reservations, however the experience will be priceless (to be fair, £100 ticket). Hard to predict how psycho, irascible, hysterical I will become after over a week in the desert, but hey man. Some things simply need to be done.
I hope May will be as good as this month.
Of course it will. Bo Ningen, Arctic Monkeys are out there live to be enjoyed. And the gap to Glastonbury will be even tighter (probably even my finances).
It’s funky business as usual.