Magazine article The Spectator

Festivals Greatest Show on Earth

Magazine article The Spectator

Festivals Greatest Show on Earth

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Yes, I'm sorry, the Stones at Glastonbury really were that good and if you weren't there I'm afraid you seriously need to consider killing yourself. You missed a piece of rock'n'roll history, one of the gigs that will likely be ranked henceforward among the greatest EVER. So again, sorry if you weren't there to enjoy it. Boy and I were.

And we did. A lot.

Perhaps it helped that so few of us were expecting much. I was hanging around the afternoon beforehand in the EE tent waiting for my phone to recharge, having one of those random Glasto conversations with strangers - an A&E nurse, a geeky kid - and we all agreed that the Stones were a band we planned to see more out of duty than pleasure.

'It could be our last chance, ' said the nurse. 'Oh, I dunno, they'll be doing this well into their eighties, ' I said. 'But one of them might die soon, ' said the kid. We then moved on to the vexed issue of viewing tactics: should we turn up early - and if so how early: during the preceding set by Primal Scream, maybe? - or should we try to wing it and risk getting a really rubbish spot?

If I hadn't had Boy with me, what I would probably have done is loaded up on chemicals, given up on the Stones and gone for the more reliably dancey basslines of Example and Chase & Status. But parental responsibility made me conscious that Boy's first major rock experience had to be perfect, so we got there an hour early, found a pretty decent slot level with the front of the mixing desk and waited, praying to God we wouldn't need a pee for the next four hours because once you're in the middle of a crowd of 100,000 that isn't an option.

It was worth it just for the atmosphere.

Everyone's prior cynicism had vanished and all any of us could think was: 'I don't believe it. Finally, after 40 years' wait the Stones play Glastonbury and I'm here, I'm actually here to witness it.'

Then suddenly it was happening. 'This is legend, Dad, ' said Boy, as Mick stripped down to his black shirt and the giant screens went black-and-white for 'Paint It Black'. All that snide stuff you keep reading in the papers about how old they are, all those raddled close-ups: let me tell you that as soon as those boys started playing, the age thing became a total irrelevance. …

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