Next up on the same stage were Western Australians Tame Impala. Having heard and liked two of their singles, I was looking forward to them, but was ultimately disappointed. They just somehow seemed to be the wrong choice for this stage, the band seemed to lack charisma and the crowd were never interested. After two or three songs, we found that we were talking amongst ourselves. Perhaps this was more the fault of the crowd than the band and I sincerely hope that they had better luck with their set at a smaller stage later in the day. Before the end of their set, we wandered over towards the BBC area, for a very special purpose...
Everyone's favourite 6music DJs, Adam and Joe had promised to meet fans at the gates at the end of their live broadcast. We waited among a large crowd and eventually, our heroes emerged. Adam strode ahead with a large box, leading the crowd for a few hundred yards, past bemused onlookers into the middle of the Pyramid field. Joe followed shortly afterwards. They threw t-shirts out but we didn't manage to snare a single one between us, sadly. Eventually we managed to get a couple of pictures (below). Needless to say, they were both very charming.
While this was going on, The Gaslight Anthem had started up on the Pyramid Stage. I managed to catch the second half of their set and they were perfectly entertaining. I was especially pleased with how genuinely delighted the singer appeared to be just to be at Glastonbury.
From there, I finally moved away from the Pyramid Stage and grasped the chance to sit down and take my wellies off in the circus tent. We were entertained by a children's circus group, complete with unicycles, clowns and a trapeze artist who looked about 8 years old. I've clearly not done them full justice with my description because they were sensational.
I made room for the always superb Alison Mosshart, surely amongst the best front-people in rock, in her first band The Kills. They were always going to be good. They were good.
The worst-kept secret of the weekend was due at 8. We made our way over to the smaller Park Stage with almost an hour to spare. By this point, it was already completely rammed. By the time we took our position (from where we knew we wouldn't be able to see anyone on the stage), there were people as far as the eye could see. We were missing Elbow for this, who my girlfriend had never seen perform and who I knew would be simply sensational. For that reason, we would have been pretty angry if the rumours were incorrect. Also, the expected secret act were one of the few bands who I have loved for over 15 years and who I had never seen perform and never really believed that I would. Thankfully, it was Pulp that came on to the stage. They started with the excellent Do You Remember the First Time?, before moving through a sensational setlist, including personal favourites such as Razzmatazz, Something Changed, Sorted For E's and Whizz, Disco 2000, Babies, This Is Hardcore, and Mis-Shapes. I am happy to report that Something Changed and This Is Hardcore proved to be huge (and perhaps slighty surprising) favourites among the crowd. Of course, they finished with a superb rendition of Common People. Amazing performances from both Pulp and Morrissey in the same weekend! Wow. The only drawbacks were that we had to miss Elbow - a gig I'd been looking forward to for months - and that they only played one song from the criminally-underrated album of This Is Hardcore. Still, these are at most small complaints. Pulp were just brilliant.
Another act I had counted on seeing the whole of was Janelle Monae at West Holts. Pulp's set meant that we only got over there for the last 6 songs or so, but I was so glad that we did. We managed to catch Tightrope, most importantly. That was not all though, her and her band (all coordinated in black and white) put on a superb show, including some synchronisation in their dancing. Again, this was a lot better than I have managed to make it sound. She managed to sound impressively like a young Michael Jackson during her cover of I Want You Back. We also saw her perform the excellent Cold War and Come Alive (War of the Roses). I've long believed that Monae is one of the most interested people in popular music, and have never understood why she did not more success with her debut album, The ArchAndroid. We simply came away from her set even more baffled as to why she is not a global mega-star. A simply brilliant performance.
We did intend to watch Big Boi next, but decided against it. We thought we'd steal a march and get over to Avalon and Arcadia before they became completely rammed with late-night revellers. Unfortunately, once we got there, tiredness defeated us and we only lasted for about half an hour before heading to bed.
I seem to have wittered on for far too long again, so I will do Sunday at another point. I'll simply leave you with the pictures of my encounter with Adam and Joe (I'm the fat one in the football shirt...).
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