Glastonbury Weekend, Part 4
SO. Now that I've officially forgotten everything, and now that no one actually cares anymore, it's time to enthusiastically continue to the final part of this weekend, the actual Glastonbury Festival Show. So I left off when Federico was wiping blood off my cds before i'd sign them. I'm all about the team work.
Ok what next. We sadly had to miss Deacon Blue's show, which really sucks, but we needed to drive the many hours back to Glastonbury immediately, in order to get a few hours of beauty sleep. Karl had mentioned before he would drive us back, so as soon as I got done at merch, I thought it was a good time for me to quickly start making my way through our bucket of artist alcohol. However, Karl then asked if i could drive for the first 45 minutes because he wanted to watch the end of the world cup game on his phone. Fair enough! Sadly for Karl, I was drinking from the wine bottle when he came in with this request. This means, Karl had to drive us home, while i, had to watch the game on my phone, and give him a PLAY BY PLAY. As someone who is only in it for Tim Howard, this consisted of me saying things like "ok, columbia wait no uruguay has the ball. ok now columbia has the ball. ok someone almost scored." Let me explain that Karl is a world cup fanatic. Like--- he told me this, months and months ago during our first phone call, when we were deciding what time/week/day to have our rehearsal. So i'm sure my drunk play-by-play wasn't the best slash was the worst experience ever for Karl. "Ok goal. There's been a goal. And the other team looks upset. Oh god the other team looks so upset."
We got home at almost 3AM. Karl slept downstairs. Ryan slept in the single bed in the guest room, that i'd say, would be similar to sleeping on TOP of a coffin. Gerold and I shared my bed. I was so happy to have a full house!! I AM SO ALONE IN GLASTONBURY BUT THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER CAN OF WORMS. Ok morning comes, and it's time to drive back to Glastonbury festival, and Gerold Ryan and I are so fucking scared because the first time was so traumatic. But Karl, our hero Karl, said he would handle it. And HE WAS RIGHT. Somehow with Karl at the wheel, we got led to a miraculous private parking lot where we gave our names and then WAITED TO GET A RIDE TO OUR STAGE. This is Karl while we waited for our ride, probably at this wits end with the 3 overwhelming crazies that he had just spent over 24 hours glued to.
"Guys maybe no more diarrhea jokes" - us brainstorming in the car, on how to make Karl love us again.
This is us getting a ride. Luxury. I think that Ryan is worrying about Karl in this picture. Ok so what then.
Here is our dressing room.and guess what, I did not add the heart, and you bet your ass I made us all take look around to make sure no one else had one!!!!!!!!! WHO MADE THE SIGNS??? WHOEVER YOU ARE I LOVE YOU BACK. DO YOU LIVE IN GLASTO? I DO.
Ok so we were in our dressing room, and the panic started sinking in. I don't completely remember what happened before we played. I remember the pops and karl really being there for me, emotionally, and lots and lots of hugs.
Thankfully for me and everyone involved, I didn't bring the one item that ACTUALLY helped with my allergies, which is this nasal injection thing. No, not a spray. It's creamy, and it looks like you're spraying semen in your nostrils. We called it my semen spray. I just tried to PICK one of the many Glasto pictures that you can see the S.S. in my nose, but I got scared that it would show up in my google images with no context, so no thanks. I do, whether you agree or not, have boundaries. (Do you guys remember when I posted a picture of my pee on a sidewalk because Ryan made me laugh so hard and I peed on a sidewalk? And then my so called friends and lovers made me take it down.)
Ok. Paul, my manager arrived at this point, remained calm as usual, as he's used to me by now. I'm sure he is so happy to have me as an artist as i chug my preshow whiskey(s) and announce to everyone that I'm going to throw up. Poor Paul.
That's ok Paul, at least it's in our memories...
Ok, so the show went well. Voice felt good, i felt really inside the performance, and Karl and the Lollipops gave me cold chills during my own songs, because they are so good. Audience was wonderful. I talked too much, but what else is new. Of course I would change certain things (like my dress, why did no one tell me how short it was when i held my guitar) so many things I could self criticize but what's the point, it was fucking fun!!!!
So after the show, after the climax, everything the weekend, week, months had led up to, what do you do?? You get drunk, eat burritos, and then you eat ice cream, and then go see Dolly Parton.
dolly (and also drunk)
After Dolly, we went home. And Karl took the boys to the train station. This is us on our way home. SUCH BLUES. (Karl, i know even you were secretly a little sad and masking it with interesting facial expressions.)
Anyways.That night I wept on my couch for two hours and then took the one ambien that Gerold smuggled for me.
This is the end of this 4 part ridiculousness. If you've made it this far, you are a true blue fan or friend, because my parents haven't even made it this far. I've barely made it this far.
Glastonbury weekend was amazing, but what I learned was, that no matter what you do, do it with the best people because otherwise nothing is worth it. I am so grateful for Ryan, Gerold, and Karl, because without them, there would definitely not have been as much laughter, support, thrills, gratitude, reward, etc. I can't really even talk about it without tearing up. I am so sick, that I cannot remove the wellies (americans- that means rainboots) that Ryan left behind because they have a hole in them. So they stand next to mine, in my small door way, as if i was a mom whose kids went to college and haven't yet been able to muster the courage to change their bedroom into a gym. I can't get rid of them, and don't want to. Why take away that small reminder that life is good when you're with people that you love. That's all. Part 4. and I am filled with gratitude, embarrassment, calories, and memories that make me laugh out loud by myself. Thank you guys for reading.
"How will I sing when you're gone? Cause it wont sound the same. Who'll join in on those harmony parts when I call your name?" - Dolly Parton in the song You Can't Make Old Friends with Kenny Rogers.
Ok I'm sobbing. Time to go. Thank you for reading.
PS One of the best moments of cd signing was when a woman told us at Dalby Forest, that she was concerned that the Lollipops were wearing denim on denim on denim, and wanted us to reassess this choice. This was the one photograph that Paul took that you can discern eyes from mouth. G'job Paul.