But the weekend didn’t have to be all doom and gloom. And what a place Glastonbury is to protest against the devastating news. We wandered around to find poems plastered over the fences and toilet cubicals expressing the sheer distain of our fellow festival goers. Shangri La had hit the nail on the head of course. We walked into a dystopian wonderland governed by SHITV that explored the ugly side of the media, encouraging festival goers to “seek out the truth”.
Fitting really, when you consider the context.
It wasn’t just the festival goers who were left distraught by the news of Brexit. Muse headlining the Friday night just seemed right. The way Matt Bellamy, Dom Howard and Chris Wolstenholme marched out to the sound of “Drill Sergent” was perfect; maybe even a taste of what was to come – followed by a string of politically charged hit after hit. Thousands of people singing to “Uprising” in unison couldn’t have been a better representation of the mood at Glastonbury that weekend.
The 1975 may make my skin crawl but Matty Healy made touching statement
during their set on the ‘Other Stage’ :
“I feel like I’ve got a responsiblity to say something. What I feel, what a lot of young people feel, is that there’s a sentiment among older people who have voted in a future that we don’t fucking want. Glastonbury stands for everything our generation wants - compassion, social responsibility, community, loving each other.”
LITTLE BRITAIN?