Cinnamon Girl

I saw Neil.

We spent the day wandering, wondering and waiting. We were beginning to feel suffocated by the disposable bands and the giant cage we were forced to drink our wine in. The heat never died down, but it felt nice.

By the time it became dark, it was time for Mr Young. We managed to get close to the front. I was stuck in front of a thirty-something year old man. He had a giant protruding stomach, which kept pushing into the arch of my back. It would get worse every time he would thrust around proclaiming 'No one here even knows who Neil is, I am the only one in this crowd who likes his music'.

Neil drowned all the idiocy out.

He provided over ninety minutes of bliss. He began with 'Love and Only Love'. 'The Needle and the Damage Done' was perfect. His wispy long grey hair blew in the wind. However, if you closed your eyes you would truly believe he was still in his twenties or early thirties. He ended the show with a cover of 'A Day in the Life' which conjured an overall beautiful set.

Everyone took off to catch The Prodigy, but my cheeks hurt from smiling and how could you possibly enjoy them after that?