Its been too long, much too long, since my last post, and at this point I feel like a lazy sod, every post begins with the acknowledgement that it has been ages since I have written. I am going to try to update this more frequently, but I am not making any promises. I did make it to Oxegen, two weeks ago I was sitting in a tent in Punchestown, and now I am home. It was good. It was goodish. I mean, some of the music was fabulous, but everyone was drunk all of the time, and it was wet, and there was mud, and people peed on our tent (while we were inside, shouting at them to stop) and the toilets were disgusting. The atmosphere on the Friday night during The Script and Snow Patrol was electric, I mean, they were brilliant. Danny O’Donoghue brought a tricolour onto the stage and wore it around his shoulders during the end of their set, and as well as nearly crying himself, he almost made everyone else cry. And then came Snow Patrol- bloody unreal. To be one of 80000 people singing the words of Set the Fire to the Third Bar is a remarkable feeling- everyone was so excited and revved up, I didn’t even mind that there were mini beer showers occuring every 20 minutes, such was my happiness at hearing Gary Lightbody live. They did all their best songs, and we all tried to sing along- it was fantastico.
On the other hand, some of the acts just didn’t impress- The Kings of Leon is the outstanding example. They didn’t seem to want to engage with the fans at all. I mean, half of what was so great about the two Irish acts that I have talked about is that they really interacted with us, whereas all yer man from Kings of Leon said was something about breaking his guitar in a fit of rage the previous evening and thinking that we were the perfect crowd to break in a new one to. Admittedly, I felt myself dozing off at several points, and I may have missed some of his chattier moments. Lady GaGa didn’t impress me either, her main aim seemed to be showing the crowd her hindquarters, and she had several outfit changes, each rig more revealing than the last. She sounded alright, and she did talk alot, but I didn’t enjoy her performance at all.
The biggest surprise of the whole lot, for me, was The Killers. I didn’t think I liked them, I mean, I was a fan of that ‘When You Were Young’ song, but apart from that, I didn’t really know any of their songs. And then they started singing. Brandon Flowers, for a shy man, was great. He told us the story of how the band formed, and introduced most of the songs with some kind of wee anecdote or comment. I couldn’t believe how many of their songs I found myself singing along to- I didn’t realise that I knew ‘Human’, ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’, ‘Mr Brightside’, ‘Read My Mind’ etc.
I promise to write again soon. Or at least I promise to write again,
emma