Highlights this year included Slow Magic, John Grant, the moosey musings of Caribou, Ballet School, Jon Hopkins, Get Down Edits on woodland decks, the banter round My House, Dave’s Glowhole, Mikey and The Scallywags, Michael Harding on the Wonderlust tip, Max Romeo and King Kong Company (included solely on the basis that I play with them; I had the best Sunday lunchtime of my life).
The beating heart of this festival remains in the moodily lit midnight woods, though. The high-quality installations and creations have a spark of guile, fantasy and imagination about them that can’t be faked or feigned. The minority of messers in any large crowd meant that a very small amount of art got damaged or destroyed, but mostly the magic in the woods remained intact all weekend. It wasn’t pleasant to be hunted out of the forest by security with loudhailers at 5am (ish), but they probably did us a favour; they could’ve been a tad more subtle, though – we were quite delicate.
Body & Soul has set the standard for the summer’s sessions and I’d be surprised if any other festival (Electric Picnic included) managed to top the show that was lapped up by blissed-out punters in Co West- meath. It would be negligent not to sample as many of the other festive fields as possible, however, just to see how they square up, like. This weekend, Sea Sessions will be waxing their stick, ready to ride out another blinding bash in Bundoran.
I’m opting to pop my cherry at Westport Festival of Music and Food. If anyone catches me next or near to Bryan Adams’s gig on Sunday night, you have my express permission to pour Buckfast over my bulb; I’d be happier if you got it straight into my gob right before Kool & The Gang, though.
Coincidentally, this weekend’s forecast is somewhat caribou-ish – it looks a little like rain, dear.
Safe travels, don’t die.