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This is a story of my many Glastonbury Festivals. Intermingled into one 4 minute tune, I was planning a sequel, that depends and is the question?
No guitars, just midi everything and a few manipulated loops, with a sprig of others glasto experiences. This is just a sentimental posting made for this moment...
Glastonbury is in its dying moments as I write, and as a pun! what had started as another mud fest, today had a cloudless sky and temperatures reflecting a real summers day. This story does not include these daze! It’s more about the movement of walking for hours, passing along lanes, hearing different songs or bands playing from tents to beat boxes from the fields, each would come and go as you passed,, fading and intermingling with each other. Or moments when you would wake up in the night and hear different sounds passing your tent, interesting conversations and drunken love proposals So, this is trenching through mud, feet sodden from a few day’s of it already, pissed and stoned, trying to find refuge under some marquee that had some half decent music playing there. A difficult task in deed. However sometimes treats where install and these try to reflect these moments. I was always looking for floor space as a priory and chilled tunes as a close second.
No guitars, just midi everything and a few manipulated loops, with a sprig of others glasto experiences. This is just a sentimental posting made for this moment...
Glastonbury is in its dying moments as I write, and as a pun! what had started as another mud fest, today had a cloudless sky and temperatures reflecting a real summers day. This story does not include these daze! It’s more about the movement of walking for hours, passing along lanes, hearing different songs or bands playing from tents to beat boxes from the fields, each would come and go as you passed,, fading and intermingling with each other. Or moments when you would wake up in the night and hear different sounds passing your tent, interesting conversations and drunken love proposals So, this is trenching through mud, feet sodden from a few day’s of it already, pissed and stoned, trying to find refuge under some marquee that had some half decent music playing there. A difficult task in deed. However sometimes treats where install and these try to reflect these moments. I was always looking for floor space as a priory and chilled tunes as a close second.
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Lyrics
Mudtaineering ….
What time is it?..... He pushes his digital watch….
2. 40 A.M.
Walking down a lane ---------
The old shit truck eh1 …. A shit truck passes fully laden.
What if we head down that way? ….. Arriving at one of the several multi junctions
This place is fuckin ridiculous
Do not piss in the ditches, or in the hedgerows, it might be alright for some you etc,,,,
What time is it?..... He pushes his digital watch….
2. 40 A.M.
Walking down a lane ---------
The old shit truck eh1 …. A shit truck passes fully laden.
What if we head down that way? ….. Arriving at one of the several multi junctions
This place is fuckin ridiculous
Do not piss in the ditches, or in the hedgerows, it might be alright for some you etc,,,,
SISTERS
the clanging guitar (?) beat that starts @ 1:43 stands out for me.
3:05's high keen = good! intensity of percussion increasing and fading at outro good idea. swell squishes - and i'm glad i wasn't standing where you were....nicely done!