we're lost in the only thing, truly worth getting lost in

Damn I love festivals. Isle of Wight turned out to be really good; the tickets my dad got through his contact turned out to be VIP ones as well.

My dad doesn't understand why I love festivals so much. Trying to explain it on the way back on the ferry I started blathering on, "Don't you just feel like, in the crowd, like, you're part of something, that there's all those people here for nothing but the music and to have fun and.. I don't know..."

My dad's reply was "I only get the feeling of being part of something in like, a football crowd". No dad, no.

In a way it is a bit like a football crowd I suppose, throwing chants back to the band, singing along. People were even waving England flags around cause of the World Cup.

But at the same time its very different. Football crowds are out to threaten the other team's supporters, people at festivals just want a good time, although you do get some gigs where people just want to be destructive, break shit, strip themselves down to nothing but bare adrenaline, hurricanes in their own right. My god that is fun.

I fucking love running around on a high from beats that pulse through you, hook onto your ribcage, make your chest pound. Swaying drunkenly, drenched in noise.

I ran into a very tipsy Devendra Banhart, dancing to the Strokes with a posse of girls who were beautiful yet completely off their faces and just thought to myself- this is it.

This is what it's all about. Life and all that shit.

It's about going out, getting completely fuckfaced, dancing and singing and laughing all the way into the shadow of the night.

That's what I want.

That's all I want.

My hat from the festival, on him.