The thoughts and ocassional ramblings of a 30-something muso.
Hello, I’m a muso. I'm one of those guys you see digging around the racks of vinyl in London's backstreet record shops. I'm not addicted, I can give it up whenever I want. I just need to find that limited edition 7" single that the NME made single of the week. Maybe you've bumped into me in the queue for the bar at The Academy or The Astoria. There are thousands of us in London - I've seen all the regular faces in the record shops and at the gigs.

This blog is my attempt to write about the records that I love, the gigs I've been to and, well, anything else to do with music. Hopefully you'll find something here that makes you nod in agreement or rant in disagreement or maybe even laugh.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Glastonbury Festival, Sunday Afternoon

Sunday morning we are up in time to see Razorlight run through a midday set that sounds frighteningly like a greatest hits show – how can this be? Well it has something to do with the charisma and arrogance of Johnny the lead singer and songwriter for Razorlight. It also helps that he has an ear for a fine tune and the band tight enough to work the dynamics of the stop start songs. There are a huge crowd (for the time of day) that have turned out to see the band, so I suspect that the word about Razorlight is out.

The Zutons are a sure fire hit for a sunny festival afternoon and they don’t disappoint. Today they troop on stage wearing matching yellow boiler suits. Actually, Abi the only girl in the band appears to have a tailored, fitting boiler suit made out of higher class material than the oversize paper suits worn by the boys – you can imagine the discussions that went on when somebody suggested the boiler suits. They actually look like a bunch of bond villains. Combine this attitude to the slightly off the wall sound and you have a band to rival legendary Other stage bands such as Dodgy or Super Furry Animals. Let’s hope their career follows the path of the latter rather than the former.

It’s Sunday afternoon and we’re at the Pyramid stage to see Joss Stone play the second of her appearances this weekend. She runs through all of the tracks from her Soul Sessions record and, as is traditional for Sunday afternoon bands, people bop along. The camera man and director responsible for placing stage footage on the screens either side of the stage (and presumably the BBC footage) seem to have a fixation with Joss’s midriff and rear end. No idea why ;-)

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