Solfest

This past weekend I went to a festival in Cumbria. With Cat, Tom and Harry, I enjoyed some great weather, some very hot saunas and a lot of good music. There were two musical highlights for me. The first was the Levellers, who had a a Bez-like bekilted crazy didgeridoo playing guest band member who leaped and flying kicked his way across the stage whilst engaging the band members in faux sword fights – them using their various instruments as weapons. Awesome!

The second was Eat Static. These guys played some really great trance-techno, which brought me back a few years. On Saturday night I found myself dancing underneath the largest sombrero you have ever seen, supping Jamesons from a hip flask and meeting some lovely folk.

Most of the Festivals I’ve attended in the past have been in the south – down in the Somerset region – and so have been primarily frequented by southern folk. It was interesting to feel in the linguistic minority in terms of accent. Ordinarily I would pick people up when mispronouncing grass, or dance. However, this helpful advice seemed to fall on deaf ears and even provoke some hostile reactions – do these people not want to be improved?

I will upload a few photos in the next few days.