Three festivals every week for a year. Mark Graham hops on the bus for a nice falafel
Recently, when taking part in a panel on 2FM discussing festival ticket prices and value at festivals, I realised it was extremely likely that no one else on the panel had bought a ticket, lugged their gear five miles, roughed it or had their cans confiscated in quite a long time. It made me question whether there is anyone who knows as much about festivals as you, the wellied warriors who buy the tickets, pitch the tents, wheelbarrow the slabs of cans, jump around in the fields, raise your hands, shake your heads and brave whatever elements the Irish summer can throw at you.
It turns out there might very well be someone.
Session obsessives will be familiar with the big red double-decker Eco Bus Cafe that pops up at festivals all over the country. If it’s a decent do, Deirdre and Bryce will have been there lashing out curries, steak sang-ee-jes and that king of festival fodder, the falafel. This has lent the lads on the bus a unique perspective on the festival landscape. They interact with organisers, starving musos and hundreds of hedonist heads every working day/night/morning. Their latex-gloved finger is on the pulse of how we play.