Due partly to my abysmal organisational skills and partly to my polite English desire to keep everyone happy, I didn't get any days off for Glasto, so I didn't get down there 'til Friday mid-afternoon, which meant missing Modest Mouse, SFA and Magic Numbers, but I *did* see the following:
The Coral -- good, as ever, but probably should've made the effort to see Bloc Party instead
Rufus Wainwright -- perhaps a little melancholy for a Glasto Friday, although his last number was brilliantly camp
Arcade Fire -- saw them at Brixton a while back and wondered how they'd manage on an outdoor stage... the answer -- brilliantly :)
Bjork -- oh. my. god. Another all-time must-see ticked off. Bloody excellent. Shame about the damn speakers right at the end, though.
Plus, a very odd band in the Lost vagueness Ballroom (odd? Lost Vagueness? You don't say :p) who wore animal masks and did lots of short, loud, very silly songs, the lyrics to which were literally worn by a sinister, slicked-haired, moustached, otherwise-naked guy who stared unmovingly at the far wall from the front of the stage. After every song, he tore off a lyric sheet. I wondered what would happen after their last song, but we'd wandered off by then.
Biffy Clyro -- mancjon and raveturned's favourite band, so we all got dragged along :p Put on a good show, but ultimately just not my bag, baby. Sorry!
CSS -- the singer was clearly off her face and was very entertaining, but the sound was a bit muddy (arf!). Sounds better on the dancefloor.
Marcus Brigstocke -- very funny, once he'd hit his stride
Gruff Rhys -- lovely and relaxing. Plus, he and the woman playing with him did most of the set sat behind a desk
Killers -- solid, entertaining set, but NOWHERE NEAR LOUD ENOUGH. Damnit.
National Youth Orchestra -- just the thing for a Sunday morning
Sunshine Underground -- only saw the last couple of songs, but seemed ok. Lead singer loves hitting things with sticks
Mark Thomas -- bloody hilarious. Spoke about him subverting the law banning demonstrations in Parliament Square :)
Billy Bragg -- a festival staple; always worth seeing
Manic Street Preachers -- somehow, they've become a band for everyone. Played the hits; soaked up the applause. Nowt wrong with that
Then it was meant to be Get Cape in the Left Field, but instead it was an American guy who played two acoustic guitars at once (some of the time, anyway). Forgot his name but he was rather good. Afterwards Billy Bragg spoke about his campaign to raise money to provide guitars for prisoners to use while they're inside. Sounds an excellent idea.
KT Tunstall -- I'd mistakenly thought she was "just another pop singer". Not so. She's genuinely good.
The Who -- rocked a good 'un. Ace way to finish the festival, even if it rained all the way through, and indeed all night. My tent still isn't dry. Bugger.
So, yes, anyway... I am now officially a Londoner, so if any of you London types fancy a pint, that'd be excellent. See you's around!