The one festival I have managed to find the money and the time away from my fruit fly to go to. Started by sitting on the grass to watch Willy Mason, ended with MDMA gob in my hair (an almost-fight involving a very high man broke out just behind us during John Cale) but happy nonetheless because we were right at the front for Warpaint.
Only saw the end of the Cloud Control set from the back of a large crowd in a much too small tent. So basically I didn't see it. But what I heard was amazing, reckon they would've been my favourite act of the day had I got there on time and not been distracted by jerk chicken; and the jerk chicken guy. Yum.
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