What a treat we all had, with the delights of bands I already knew and sought out like Animal Collective, Gang Gang Dance, Camera Obscura and Grizzly bear, to the unfamiliar Wilko, The Lesuire Society, The Gentle Good and Peter Broderick, just a few of the delights I saw stowed away in the Brecon Beacon’s last weekend.
The festival is all but a dream now, and it’s hard to imagine that I was ever there squatting on Andysloos and drinking chai brandies.
The moments were exceptional, to share beautiful music with friends and for me be the most open I have ever felt around people who I adore, was a real experience.
Some festival classics
Me getting Bon Iver confused with Akron Family, I wondered why they weren’t wearing headbands
Dom comparing everything to Battles and saying she’d have a cup of tomato ketchup
Owen’s incredible love of everything, “let’s have a lovely sit down,” “this wine it’s really lovely,” “that’s really lovely that is,” “that’s a great photo,” his enthusiasm obviously fuelled by his double breakfasts
Jay and his willy wees, pork scratchings and oh yes philosophy
Adam in his I’m moving vigour and real ale party antics till 6am
Amy “chai wallah wallah”
Mish to India, a rave in a cave, and the wicker man – all in five minutes
Chris, my little moomin friend, King Kreosote doesn’t suck, and if you think he does don’t say it to the man himself.
We had fun, we had chai, we had rain, we had laughs, we had scran (that one’s for Mat), it was a honkin time that will be documented