Here's my first off-topic post, but I just couldn't resist. Plus it's festival related, and well, music and film go hand-in-hand anyway, right? Plus, GFF is screening You Instead, the new Mackenzie flick filmed at T in the Park, so there's some not-so-tenuous links there, I'd say.
Today I bought my T in the Park ticket. So I started reflecting on bygone memories of Balado, and thought I'd share one of my (many) disasters at T in the Park, in poetic form of course...
Shoeless in Balado
Here lies a tale of T in the Park
At times it is gritty. At times it is stark.
It begins on a night in 2009.
Full of high spirits and full of white wine.
After yummy stovies at Healthy T
I look to the sky and what do I see?
Wah Wah is calling, a blue billowing peak
A skip in my step, The Courteeners I seek.
The crowd it is charged, electric the mood
Screams they arise for the sounds of St Jude.
Race to the front, our space we do share.
Then up comes a cup. And I've urine-scented hair.
The sway it is heavy. The beat it does drop
There goes my balance. Off comes my flip-flop.
The lads they are brilliance. The rest they out-do
I’m psyched and alive, pissy hair and one shoe.
But bands they are plenty, so what should I do?
Then an answer's bestowed: 'You need a makeshift shoe!'
With only raw materials, our skills are truly tested.
Voilà! ‘Tis a shoe where a pizza once was rested!
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