Wickerman Festivals 2 and 3

Despite the first Wickerman festival being sparsely attended it survived through to a second year in 2003. For some reason and for this edition only it was a three-day festival from Friday through Sunday. I cannot recall why but Uncle George and I only attended Day 1 and the Dewhurst boys attended Day 2 also. Thus, none of us have attended all days of the festival but we have attended all the festivals.

This year was the last of the innocent ones before it became more professional thus lighting was a tad dim resulting in a perilous Casualty threatening walk over the tent ropes back to the taxi point. The organisation was also sometimes slightly shambolic in a charming way. It was the first event also too have two stages.  

We were incorrectly advised beforehand that we could take in our own beer to the site but were blocked at the entrance wall so had to sup a couple of quick cans and had no choice but to lose the remaining stash – lesson learned there!

We saw Ozric Tentacles, Second Nature, Anti-Product and AlterNative. The highlight being a stellar set from the Beat featuring Rankin and Rankin Jnr and it was the last time I saw them with Papa Sax still on stage. The DJ excelled himself again with his selection of killer tunes in the Scooter Tent.  

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The Beat. Image Credit Nostalgiacentral.com

The Dewhurst’s have always had a strong affiliation with South West Scotland since their dad attended school in the Dumfries area. This resulted in the family pooling together to purchase a property in the centre of Kirkcudbright which subsequently become known as Dewhurst Towers.

So, from 2004 onwards this became the new residence when we attended the festivals allowing hot showers and a valuable communal gather in the mornings with lashings of Yorkshire Tea! The house was opportunely placed being about 10 yards from the Selkirk Arms pub.

I think the 2004 festival remains my favourite one due in the main to an excellent roster. There were a couple of tribute bands, Counterfeit Clash and Straw Dogs covering Stiff Little Finger tracks who remain my fave punk band. The latter band were excellent and refreshingly loud!

I witnessed the Alpacinos, Scarlet Blue and a cracking set from The Selector with Pauline Black in full flow.  I saw the Core, Kantaro, and Aerogramme, a Scottish post-rock outfit from Glasgow who recorded on Mogwai’s Chemical Underground label.

Castle Douglas’s finest bagpipe combo the Dangleberries were in attendance again and I also saw Last Years Men, Anti-Product, The Sundowns and a decent set from the evergreen Levellers. On the second stage we saw a terrific young indie band called Cherry Falls who looked like they had real potential. However, undertaking a google search displays they had no recordings beyond 2005 so they appear to be another lost gem of a band.

The headliners on the Friday were the Buzzcocks who produced a decent set. The main band after the burning on the Saturday at 12.30am were Spiritualized who were fabulous. They were so uncompromising with Jason Pierce sitting side on and with virtually no crowd interaction which I admired. They suited the stage time on a cold summer’s morning, and they are worthy of inclusion in the list of top 5 Wickerman performances.

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Spiritualised. Image Credit Wikipedia

First T in the Park Festival

The first full Festival I ever attended was T in the Park in July 1999 with John Dewhurst and Uncle George. I recall John attended the first couple of festivals in 1994 and 1995 when were held in Strathclyde Park, Hamilton with easy access from Glasgow before the festival moved to the larger site at the disused Balado airfield in 1997. Problems were subsequently encountered at the 2016 festival resulting in that being the last event.

We decided to grab a B&B in Edinburgh with the obligatory dolls dotted everywhere in our triple room and commuted into the site from there which turned out to be a bit of a trawl as it was over an hour each way on the shuttle bus, but you had the consolation of crossing the Forth Road bridge. After a couple of bevies in town on the Saturday we caught the bus about 3pm.  The weather gods smiled on us that weekend.

It was a huge site with several stages, and it possessed a natural amphitheatre for the main stage location. It was a cracking roster that year.

First up on the main stage was in retrospect a touching set as it transpired to be one of Joe Strummer’s final gigs prior to his untimely death, he was backed up by the Mescaleros. Following them was the New York faux gangsters Fun Lovin Criminals with their inimitable lead singer Huey Morgan, who is now a Radio 6 DJ. He was dishing out priceless advice by encouraging us ‘to go out and grab some ass’!  Their ‘Scooby Snacks’ track naturally went down a storm. We also caught a portion of the Stereophonics set.

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Joe Strummer on stage. Image Credit Las Vegas Weekly

We caught a segment of a very young Travis in a packed Stage 2 tent playing a rousing rendition of ‘All I Wanna Do is Rock’ and in the Slam Tent we saw Basement Jaxx.

In the King Tuts Wah Wah tent I encountered Death in Vegas for the first time and they were startingly good, opening with an astonishing 10-minute version of ‘Dirge’ with the added bonus of the guest vocalist Dot Allison actually on stage as she was also playing the festival as a solo act and we caught her set the following day.

The headline act was Mogwai and only the second time I had seen them at that stage, and George’s first and they were in fine fettle. Upon realising they were clashing with main stage headliners Blur, who they understandably had no time for the cheeky young scamps devised some T-shirts. Mogwai had been previously quoted that they thought Blur were one of the weakest bands on the planet thus the message emblazoned across the front was their interpretation of the dictionary definition of the band, namely ‘Blur: Are S#*#e’. I regretfully never purchased one of the T-shirts.   

  

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Infamous T-Shirt. Image Credit WordPress.com

 

Upon arriving back into the city, we foolishly stayed out until about 3am, however the dolls were still waiting for us when we arrived back. Thankfully John had some remaining dexterity to navigate a troublesome lock, whilst me and George giggled inanely behind him!

What greeted me the following morning was one of my all-time crippling hangovers and the thought of another full festival day was put it mildly particularly undesirable at that point in time. The only potential cure was the Hair of the Dog method though I was contending with the size of a Saint Bernard resulting in the extreme step of supping a brandy at lunchtime to set me right.

A few pints followed in a bar on Rose Street and I recall the British Grand Prix being on and chatting to an engaging American chap called Hank who became known thereafter as ‘Hank the Yank’. I felt infinitely better leaving than when entering the pub though I did flag later in the day.

In the newcomer’s tent, we saw Astrid and a very young Biffy Clyro.  On other stages we witnessed Placebo, Massive Attack, Gay Dad, Lanterns and Deus.

However, the best three acts of the day were the main performances in King Tuts tent. A soothing set from the Delgados was followed by a rousing one from Idlewild. The headliners were Mercury Rev who produced a terrific swirling performance to bookend the festival.

On the packed bus on the return journey some punter dropped his cube of recreational drugs. He went into panic mode as he wasn’t the owner resulting in the surreal sight of the entire top deck crouching down searching for the missing artefact before it was eventually located.

We landed back just shy of midnight and we were ravenous. We tasked a local taxi driver to find us an open Chinese takeaway and he met the challenge. A midnight feast followed before having a nightmare about those damn dolls!

I awoke feeling like a new man in the morning and we headed home via an ice cream stop in Moffat.