Mike Scott's Waterboys get Glastonbury twirling

It's quite a trudge up to the Pyramid Stage, so deep and sticky, but I don't mean to bore you with mud stories -

Mike Scott's Waterboys have just finished their third performance at this year's Glastonbury festival...

and even though the Pyramid stage wasn't exactly heaving - it is Sunday morning, and everyone is flagging a bit - they put in a jigging good gig.

Joined onstage by current Waterboys Steve Wickham on the fiddle, Damon Wilson on drums, Mark Smith on lead guitar and Richard Naiff on piano and organ, they played several tracks from the new album 'Book Of Lightning'. All of which blend seamlessly in with the older stuff.

From the new material, I really liked hearing 'Sustain' live, and 'Love Will Shoot You Down' was emotionally blinding - it's now firmly my favourite from the album.

Naturally, they played 'Glastonbury Song' in amongst their hour long set - how could they not! And 'Medicine Bow' went down exceptionally well with the crowd too, there were massive cheers when Mike Scott strummed the intro.

As the sun made it's first appearance of the day - obviously it's having a lie-in today - Mike Scott stopped before the final song to shout out to the crowd: "Did anyone see Iggy play last night? Iggy, this one's for you! Fisherman's Blues."

By the time the Waterboys' classic gets closer to the end, Mike Scott and Steve Wickham are twirling simultaneously as they play. Scott then demands the audience to do the same "On My Count, 1,2,3" - not that they need much demanding.

What a sight, a couple of hundred people spinning in circles in the mud.

As it's the final day, and I still haven't found any healing or spiritual awakeness, I'm gonna head up towards the Avalon field looking for some of those Hare Krishna holy beads that I've heard are on offer...


Editor's Letter

Revealed: The New Issue Of Uncut…

For many of us who came of age in the mid '80s, The Smiths probably provided the soundtrack to a political maturing as much as an emotional one. My epochal moment of teenage rebellion came on July 23, 1986, a day I had strategically reserved for the purchase of The Queen Is Dead, so as to...