Glastonbury
I’ve been loving the Glastonbury coverage on TV. I saw The Killers set and went out and bought the album straight away.
The coverage has been great - you can even go interactive and flick between the stages. I haven’t actually done this yet, I’m afraid that if I push the red button to check out what’s on at the Pyramid Stage, someone will paint my kids’ faces, a naked man with a rucksack will walk through my garden while someone tries to sell me a wrap of speed.
Keane were outstanding, although this morning I have woken up with Somewhere Only We Know in my head. It’s got that great lift in the chorus:
So iiiiiiiiiiif you have a minute why don’t we go?
Taaaaaaaaalk about it somewhere only we know.
…but I think they let themselves down a bit. “why don’t we go/only we know?” It doesn’t scan. “Amigo.” Now there’s your rhyme and you go from there.
So iiiiiiiif you have a minute why don’t we go?
Thiiiiiiiiiink about it, we’ll watch Three Amigos.
Iiiiiiiiii’ve got DVDs of everything.
So why don’t we go?
I’ll call Brian Eno.