Festageddon 2016 IV
- This report is a part of the following series: Festageddon 2016.
- This piece was written over a year ago. It may no longer accurately reflect my views now, or may be factually outdated.
We ate quite well but eating all the food groups again is such a nice thing.
I’m done. Festageddon 2016 is done.
#12 Moondance Festival, London (GB)
Owen James & T Chung, Timez, Lady T, Liam D, Bobby & Steve, Major Movements
Another last-minute one, with my press pass being issued only a couple days before the event. I rushed down to London straight from a house party the night before, bottle of gin still in my bag. Alas, my intended +1 (and house-haver, where I’d planned to drop my bag off) had been out the night before too and didn’t wake up until 15:30, with press accreditation closing at 16:00. After a couple hours in Stratford International franctically messaging every groupchat and person I thought might live in London for somewhere to leave the bag, I eventually came to the realisation that I was flying solo, and that I had a couple hours to polish off as much of the gin as I could before I went in. Which turned out to be quite a lot.
And the press tent had a free crate of Red Stripe going.
And when I eventually left and found myself at the +1’s house in Hackney (after a 2-hour journey I remember none of), we cracked open a bottle of prosecco.
It was a messy night.
#13 Gravity Fields, Grantham (GB)
IOU Theatre, Ponten Pie
After the summer of unbridled hedonism that had just been (perhaps epitomised by that last story), I thought I’d end with something more dignified and low-key: a family-aimed science festival to celebrate the 350th anniversary of Isaac Newton’s annus mirabilis.
So I found myself first stewarding at a sculptural sound installation
called Speaking Tubes, where a comment in the children’s feedback book made me wonder if we should just ban everyone from the internet until they’re 16 for the future’s sake:
Followed by stewarding at a peculiar and secretive piece called ÂRTICA, described as a non-conventional show, without text, where the theatrical experience becomes a sensitive adventure
and hosted in a building kept at 6°C for reasons I’m not entirely sure about. It was certainly intriguing – I want to describe it, but I’m not sure I’d know where to start. Go check it out if you see it near you.
In Numbers
Festivals Attended
13
Companies Worked For
7
Money on July 1st
-£277.62
Money on September 30th
-£374.03
Acts Seen
189, across 187 distinct artists, 148 of which I’d never heard of before
Countries Visited
3-4, depending on whether Scotland is still in the UK by the time you read this
Awards
Most Best Festival
Sziget
Least Best Festival
Bestival
Best Food
Bestival
Worst Food
T in the Park
Best-Seeming Company to Work For, Determined Solely By Cuteness of Stewards
Oxfam
Best souvenir
My sign from Sziget:
Best Weather
Tie: Latitude or Sziget
Worst Weather
Tie: T in the Park or Festival № 6
Most Gutted Missed Act
[before Sziget] Die Antwoord at Secret Solstice
[after Sziget] Camo & Krooked at Bestival
Best Crowd
Latitude
Worst Crowd
Sound City
Most Unfortunate Human Being I’ve Ever Met
This guy at Bestival that we ran into at 7am on the way back from our shift:
Next Year’s Plan
More festivals, more countries, more acts – and bring a GoPro. I’ve got an idea.
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