Alexander Ebert stumbles across the stage like a man drunk on his own musicality. But it is his fans who are truly intoxicated by his drug; it’s rare to see a crowd so utterly devoted to their hero. At times, tears were shed, but Edward Sharpe, a blessed fiction created by Ebert himself, spreads his message through a show of sheer joy.
Waking up for the second morning in your tent the lack of clouds is the silver lining, so much so that many dare to start their day by heading into the arena without their wellies. The dawning of the first of the three days of live music sends a real “the weekend starts here!” wave across the farm as every stage, tent and odd thing on wheels open wide their doors to a curious public.
Start us up! It’s been a long wait for Glastonbury 2013 since Worthy Farm took a worthy break in 2012. Two years of excitement and anticipation were built up, fuelled by line-up rumors and realizations and finally released over an epic five days of soul restoring madness in Pilton’s pop up city of performance.