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Jun. 8th, 2005 10:12 pmSaturday found us dodging rain in the tea room after breakfast, and stall wandering; I didn't really take much music in until the Omar Sosa Trio on the main stage. Afro-Cuban music that transcended the wet and wind.
They were followed by Värttinä... What can I say? This was the high point of the whole weekend for me: mind-boggling energy sparking off and between the three frontwomen, tight and fine playing by the instrumentalists behind, and a guest appearance by the wonderful Eliza Carthy on top. Magic, witchy, forest-Finnish searing harmonies, and I'm not sure I've seen any bunch of people so obviously loving what they're doing and having such fun. Mind, I suppose (as a bloke) I could have taken umbrage as most of their songs pointed out the nomarkness of the male of the human species in no uncertain terms; looking around and, indeed, inside myself, I can't really justify complaint though ;)
After that, we retreated from the stage and discovered that a festival named after and sponsored by a brewery had... run out of beer. All that was left was a nitrokegged beverage construct labelled, for some reason, "Boddingtons" and XXXX. Unbelievable.
We did cock an ear toward the headline act: Steve Earle. Both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ramtops and I were totally underwhelmed; his heart was clearly in the right place, but musically and as a performer there seemed nothing special at all. YMMV, of course.
Sunday report will follow, hopefully before Sunday.
They were followed by Värttinä... What can I say? This was the high point of the whole weekend for me: mind-boggling energy sparking off and between the three frontwomen, tight and fine playing by the instrumentalists behind, and a guest appearance by the wonderful Eliza Carthy on top. Magic, witchy, forest-Finnish searing harmonies, and I'm not sure I've seen any bunch of people so obviously loving what they're doing and having such fun. Mind, I suppose (as a bloke) I could have taken umbrage as most of their songs pointed out the nomarkness of the male of the human species in no uncertain terms; looking around and, indeed, inside myself, I can't really justify complaint though ;)
After that, we retreated from the stage and discovered that a festival named after and sponsored by a brewery had... run out of beer. All that was left was a nitrokegged beverage construct labelled, for some reason, "Boddingtons" and XXXX. Unbelievable.
We did cock an ear toward the headline act: Steve Earle. Both
ramtops and I were totally underwhelmed; his heart was clearly in the right place, but musically and as a performer there seemed nothing special at all. YMMV, of course.Sunday report will follow, hopefully before Sunday.