river ran through it
by Jacqui De Wet
never been to Glastonbury, the ‘bumper-sticker’ phrase “It’s not a
festival unless it rains”, has never held much meaning for me…..
least not until….
@ homelands england
saturday may 27 – 6am sunday may 28 2000
bowl, matterley estate nr winchester, hampshire, england
poured and poured and poured and poured!!!!!
suppose I should’ve expected it, since the weather report had quoted hail and
thunderstorms for Winchester, but with the sweet taste of Mezz(anine)
still in my mouth and the witty company of a very hung-over DJ Vino, Stuart
& Darren during the drive up from Slough, the forecast was taken more as an
Ali G one-liner than a prediction.
even being forced to join the Clubbers ‘Pit-Stop’, which is the M3 Traffic
Jam (just outside Winchester), could dampen our spirits at this point.
Instead, we used the unscheduled 20-minute break to grab, pull and argue
over the festival’s line-up:
boys being into the likes of
Leftfield, Public Enemy, Moby, Scratch Perverts and Ian Brown
(all scheduled for Ericsson @ home in Arena 1);
myself having a personal flair for the likes of Jeremy Healy, Pete Tong, Paul
van Dyk, Judge Jules, Steve Lawler, Seb Fontaine and Dave Pearce (who were
scheduled across all 11 of the arenas);…..
knew we’d be separated from the word ‘Drop’!!!!
first stop was the press tent and with heavy rumours that Moby was on his way, I
decided to ‘hang’ for a while. Further
rumour has it that Moby is called Moby because
his (Great) Grandfather wrote Moby Dick. (Mute
Press Office was not available at time of printing to confirm this as fact.)
visitors to the press area were Leftfield, who have just released their new
single ‘Swords’; and the epic BT,
who also has a new single out ‘Dreaming’ off his album ‘Movement in Still
Life’. Me not having reached the dance-floor yet, decided to unleash
my bevvied-up energies on the unsuspecting BT, jumped on his lap and had a few
snappies taken by Alistair of E-Clubber (copies of which will be distributed
once the geezer who stole the equipment coffs up!!!).
o’ Clock saw me running between Slinky
(Arena 3) and the BBC Radio 1 Outdoor Sound Stage, trying to find the Judge (an
Ericsson DJ Line-up typo had the Judge playing both Arenas at the same time).
Charged like a light bulb and Slinky being Slinky, I was drawn into the
pumping crowd and tried to muck in with the best of them, only the muddy,
uneven, unprotected sludge carpet had me doing ‘running-man’ rather than
the cold (and the evening’s interview schedule) banished me back to the press
tent, where the weather held me captive for the rest of the nite.
rain was now coming down in torrential flow, forcing queues outside each arena,
as Homelanders desperately tried to seek cover & continued entertainment
inside the tents. But nature was
the Victor and 2am saw a river running through the middle of the main dance
arena. For me, not even a quality
Mitz-induced haze could keep me out this nite and, separated from my friends, I
decided to test the travel facilities that usual Festival-goers have to endure.
Two buses and one train later, I was snug in my bed in Chelsea………