Just got back from a weekend at a music festival, the first one of them I've been to in 11 years. Much good about the experience, some bad too - mostly related to my state of being, my mind, and prinicpally the weather.
These things happen - glorious warm sun one day, pissing rain and biting wind the next. Just as the bands on show varied from fun to fabulous (especially Gordon MacIntyre playing Ballboy tunes), to "fuck-I-want-to-deafen-myself-just-to-not-hear-you". All to be expected.
I should also have expected to feel lots of "alone in the crowd" moments; I don't know why…