Wednesday, 20 June 2007
the music of our hearts
so it's festival time again and once more i shiver at the horror of a zillion people in a field waving their hands in the air like they just don't care and all the accompanying awfulness. my poor shattered attention span can barely take twenty minutes of my favourite music in the world without wandering off to the bar then sneaking home and the very thought of an encore fills me with dread so three days solid of some of the terriblest acts on the planet with the added unthinkable misery of camping and warm booze is right up there in my most gawd no i'm not going there list of things i'm not having anything to do with.
it is a time which for the past few years had been brightened by the sight of john peel in a funny hat sitting on a bale of hay and trying not to laugh at a stream of incredibly wrecked co presenters on the telly coverage of glastonbury. i'd always turn off when the bands started again but those little snippets of joy almost made me forget the surrounding terrors.
anyway this record always makes me think of peel too - i heard it first on his programme back when i was a nipper and it was the first reggae lp i bought. it popped up on his desert island discs too (i'll dig out and put it here somewhere eventually - it usually gets me blubbing) and was even more magical on radio four on sunday morning than all those years before trying to stay awake late. "the start of this sums up,i like to think, if there's an ethic behind the programme that i do for radio one, this sort of describes what it is"
and if you must have a festival i've never heard a better name for one than the counter-eurovision.
misty in roots - mankind (live at the counter eurovision)