It’s the English Summer. We’ve just had Royal Ascot (horse racing and hats), Test Match Special (cricket and beer), and Wimbledon (tennis and strawberry teas) started yesterday.
In the middle of this sport-and-socializing frenzy, Glastonbury appeared.
Not the place – a small town in South-West England that’s always there. The festival on a farm.
Specifically, the world’s largest music and performing arts festival. For the weekend just passed, that meant 100 stages, more than 3000 performers, and 200,000 attendees.
If you’re averse to camping for four nights, or can’t afford £8000 to rent a deluxe yurt, there’s coverage on the BBC.
This year I spread my viewing widely. Some jazz-funk, some country, some dance, some indie. But it was still the headliners and mainstreamers who left a mark.
Crowded House (1980s nostalgia for me); Sir Paul McCartney (the older-ever headline act); Billie Eilish (the youngest-ever); and Diana Ross (the ‘Sunday Legend’).
A song from each setlist wrote this week's Coachaiku.
Coachaiku: 17-syllable reflections, in a 5-7-5 form, for personal and professional development.