So music lovers, put a note in your diary for next spring – it’s time for Glastonbduget. Never mind Glastonbury, Reading and all those other festivals that pepper the British summer. Glastonbudget is the new best thing.
Simply put, it’s a tribute band festival – and once you get over the inherent snobbery of tributes and go with the flow, it’s amazing.
When you think of tribute bands the obvious always springs to mind – who hasn’t seen an ABBA act or two in their time?
But that type of kitsch performance is the tip of a very large iceberg. I was surprised and delighted to find that there are hundreds out there – and they are very, very good.
Glastonbudget afforded us (I mean that literally as it was super cheap compared to other festivals) the chance to see tributes to Queen, Bon Jovi, the Foo Fighters, Rage Against the Machine, Beach Boys, Artic Monkeys, Oasis, The Stones and so many more. It was like stepping into a ‘best of’ album – middle age heaven – of great anthems without having to listen to the dross B-sides or experimental album tracks. A karaoke lover’s dream.
Okay so the facilities weren’t great – queuing for full loos in the middle of a rainy night with a confused seven-year-old, listening to a group of swearing teenagers after fighting your way out of a sleeping bag with a broken zip and negotiating sheep poo and numerous guy ropes isn’t my idea of fun – but hands over the ears and fingers closing noses is something you just have to live with if you go to these type of events.
There also wasn’t much specifically for children – they had to adapt to what was going on for the adults. When I tot up all the hours of CBeebies and the like which I’ve had to endure, I think it’s a fair payback. But it wasn’t much of an issue – and what could be more awesome than standing in a field with 9,000 other people, singing Bohemian Rhapsody with your three kids giving it their all?
Tributes they may have been, but seriously, how else will you get to experience some of this music live?
If I can persuade my husband that no-one he knows will see him, we’ll be back next year.