The Journey Itself Is Home

I took this remarkable picture from the stage yesterday night. It was a difficult shot because Björk moved so much. I particularly like the lights around her…

Peter van der Velde, our ever charming production manager, told me just now that last night in Glastonbury we played in front of millions and millions of people. I had no idea! I thought our audience consisted “merely” of hundred or two hundred thousand people. But no, the TV was there and the show was webcast live.

Maybe it was good I didn’t know. I loved every minute of it! In fact, I loved it so much that typing on my computer now is a bit painful. My fingers are sore after playing Bachelorette somewhat forcefully - maybe I went slightly overboard there.

Anyway…

Last Wednesday Björk said she wanted to go to Glastonbury a day earlier than planned. As I have a soft spot for the Western Mystery Tradition and Glastonbury is strongly associated with the legend of the Holy Grail, I said I wanted to go with her.

So on Thursday I went with Björk and her little daughter, and our jolly tour manager, Shaun Martin (this time with the M included in his name). We stayed overnight in some castle (the name of which I have forgotten - maybe it will come later) in the vicinity of Bath, an absolutely wondrous place.

Unfortunately the opportunity to climb the Glastonbury Tor never presented itself - I’ll have to go later - but seeing the enormous crowd at the festival, plus the night at the castle, was a nice compensation. And all the mud was kind of fun!

After the show we had a little party in our new sleeping bus. The bus looks good and the last person to stay in it was… Snoop Dogg! I slept for a few hours in the bus, maybe in Snoop Dogg’s bed?