NYLON Contributing Writer Diane Vadino went to the Glastonbury Music Festival this weekend. We were very jealous but agreed to publish her blog on it anyway. Here’s her report:
FRIDAY
10:00 a.m. Leaving for Glastonbury! Except—the photographer’s kit bag is missing, and debacle at Hertz—our rental car is going to cost $400 more than Orbitz suggested. We frantically call police officers and rental car agencies.
9:00 p.m. Leaving for Glastonbury!
12:05 a.m. Arrive Glastonbury. Hearing the last strains of Bloc Party’s “Blanket” in the parking lot means…you just missed Bloc Party—and Lady Gaga, Regina Spektor, Lily Allen, Fleet Foxes, and Animal Collective. Desire to kill photographer mitigated by the fact that he found cheaper rental car.
12:06 a.m. Swap Havaianas for $12 wellies that photographer wisely purchased at highway rest stop—which is to say: hop around barefoot while trying to extricate flip-flop from giant, sucking mud pool, give up, put on wellie, move on.
12:15 a.m. The press office is closed. Swap press tickets for “hospitality” wristbands, without any suggestion that hospitality area will be stocked, as press area so tantalizingly was, with—flush toilets! Showers! Blackberry chargers! Hospitality caravan staffers report, with clear regret, that their biggest celebrity sighting thus far is Jack Johnson.
12:30 a.m. Hospitality area is divided into two, Republican-style areas of rich (in solar-powered yurts) and poor (with our $30 Karrimor tent and best purchase of the night, $10 head-mounted flashlight). Also, no Blackberry chargers. However: flush toilets! Result!
12:50 a.m. A late-night review of the Glastonbury grounds finds: a deserted Pyramid stage following Neil Young’s headlining show; 200 people dancing to “Billie Jean” at Reggae Delights; and a food stand selling halloumi-cheese cones, which has to be the most delectable thing I have ever heard of.
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