If your idea of a Festival is getting hilariously off your face in a stinky mud bath, with hopes of random copping off, your time has probably been and gone. But relax, they don't do that at Moseley anyway...
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| Do NOT pray for rain. Photo by Alicia Zinn from Pexels |
It's
been 49 years since Hendrix at Woodstock over there and Dylan at the
Isle of White over here: 60s hippy enthusiasm sparking legends and juicy profits. Profits? Woodstock lost an absolute packet because of the rain (there's an ongoing theme here) but they seriously cashed in with the movie and the albums.
I have it on
first-hand authority, by the way, that Woodstock was actually a ghastly ill-conceived and massively overcrowded shit-storm; to which I can add that the Isle of Wight shindig was
rather fine, apart from the trek back to the ferry. But since then,
things have rather evolved. The big boys moved in.
