Monday, August 07, 2006

We are stardust, We are golden...

By the time we got to Fruitstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration

Yesterday, we went to Fruitstock. Not sure it bore that much resemblance to Woodstock really, but then Joni Mitchell never actually made it to Woodstock and just wrote the song from a hotel room.

The bands on the main stage were all a bit coffee table or world music odyssey (not many proper songs in evidence), but it was pleasant enough to sit in the sun with friends and a few drinks (courtesy of the Pimms Bus).


We were a bit confused when one performer was announced as we thought they said Robert Plant and played a lot of percussion rather than 'Stairway to Heaven', but it turns out he was called Robert Pla.

Linda and I got quite excited when we walked by the dance tent on our way back from the loos, so we packed up and stood outside there for a bit. It really was very good. A woman behind us shouted 'Everyone's really aving it there!' which made us laugh, but we had to agree with her. My favourite was a father with a little boy on his shoulders and they were both waving their arms & pumping their fists in proper rave style.

2 comments:

Suz said...

Did they have glow sticks, though? Surely it isn't a proper rave without glow sticks? :-D

Sounds like a good day was had by all anyway!

sanddancer1 said...

I didn't see any glow sticks, but someone definitely had a whistle!