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I know that I SHOULD be able to separate Florence's music and talent (which she has a lot of) from the wealthy girl that never had to live on nothing whilst chasing her dream.


But I can't, and I find the whole (and this isn't just her) middle class hippy thing really grating.

When you used to go to Glastonbury in the old days:


It wasn't about the acts being on TV. The main acts didn't need to be on TV.


TV & Glastonbury didn't mix because neither had anything to prove. And of course it wasn't about money back then.


And wasn't it how a pop festival should be? You could leave all your possessions in your tent, knowing they were safe because nobody would ever dream of stealing.


It was all about love, peace, respect. People cared about each other. The women walked around topless, the guys never even noticed. Everyone was too stoned, too drunk to care. Because you didn't have to. Everyone loved everyone and wouldn't dream of hurting. And it was about being yourself.


Then commercialism took over. End of.


Those were the days.

DulwichFox Wrote:

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> I watched Florence and the Machine last night..

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> First time I have ever seen their set.

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> I thought they were superb.. So much energy.

> Brilliant.

>

> Foxy.


Wot??? She was completely out of tune!

So obviously a big difference between 1981 & 1992.

Dread to think what it's like now.

It used to be called a pop festival. So relaxing. The only bad thing was running out of weed! So you would go to the tent/caravan next door and they would be happy to share. Everybody was just so nice back then.

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> 92ish almost everyone of their nuts, very tribal,

> ravers, New Age travellers, bikers, huge bunches

> of dodgy northerners (I'll keep it at that)

> endemic petty theft. Still a lot of fun



I think I was there as a young teenager. Or maybe year after. Don't remember much.

Went from 1985 to 2001/2 and the craziest years were the earlier ones simply because there were less restrictions on what you could do, buying/selling stuff was easier (we used to take 40 gallons of wine down and trade for whatever we needed), you could set-up impromptu gigs if you had a generator, no rules about bringing alcohol on site.

The wall did lower the scallywag entry, but the decreasing as-hoc ness of if all took the shine off for me.

Who's this West geezer boasting he's the best act ever ?! He should stick to tacky, tasteless self-admiration porn flicks.

Kidkruger, we took two barrels of cider the first time in 84. 72 pints divided by 4. That was supposed to be 6 pints a day, which I assumed was about right. Fed up of the stuff come the Sunday - cleaning our teeth with it!


Other years you could buy the stuff for about 40p a pint in gallon containers in a layby near the site.


85 brilliant, but similarly 95 was also brilliant.


By 87 the drug dealing gangs had moved in whch was a shame.


Oh and Patti Smith makes any festival worth going to.

Mick Mac Wrote:

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> Have to say - The Who look fooking brilliant.



"look" maybe - but the sound was a tad ruined by the Paul-McShane-club-singer spewing of a knackered Daltry - someone should show the poor old fecker the tape of McCartney at the Olympics or Ray Davies on Jools's Hootenanny - do go gentle into that good night - and go now.


I am making no comment on the 'SpringWatch-Lite' presentation skills of the Beeb's front-people, clearly aiming this 'festival of music and art' (sic) at people who enjoy a Blue Peter Special is a triumph.

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