Long time no speak, loyal reader! I’ve been a tad busy at work since my return to the real world after another fantastic Glastonbury – definitely my second favourite so far – so they’ll be a deluge of Glastonbury-related posts to come in coming weeks.
Muse on the Pyramid Stage
Now, I’m going to be honest: I think they were better first time around. But that doesn’t mean this was a rubbish performance. Far from it in fact – they had the crowd in the palm of their hands for most of their set. However, I think they played two too many album tracks off their recent albums, sacrificing popular hits on albums gone by such as Bliss and Butterflies and Hurricanes in favour of unspectacular tracks like Guiding Light.
Despite one or two filler songs, Muse’s set will stay with me for two main reasons. Firstly, for their cover of Where the Streets Have No Name, during which The Edge of U2 fame played on in his signature style. And secondly, for the memory of one of the chaps near me – an Aussie, named Stuart, making two or three kids lives by hoisting them up on his shoulders so they could see the gig. They were all massive Muse fans, and that moment will no doubt live with them forever.
That’s one of the joyous powers of music. It can soundtrack memories for lifetimes.
A very nice blog – and that’s a lovely touch about the younglings having a night that will live with them forever – but I think your core audience (i.e. me) isn’t really interested in hearing about self-indulgent rock bands and their seven-minute guitar solos.
How did the Avett Brothers set go, for example?
Fair enough, Monsoir Cox. I don’t want to alienate my only reader. Avett Brothers’ surprisingly good set will be next on my hit list to blog about.
In short, hither-to unknown to me country-folk behemoths deliver heart-wrenching tracks aplenty.
I’ll expand on that in due course!