It’s not until we are halfway through our set that I enjoy time to reflect. So this is what it’s like being Bryan Adams,I thinkIt is Saturday afternoon, and I’m at the last ever Cornbury festival, or where the band I’m in is playing. My wife,having made a tremendous fuss, has had her wristband upgraded to an artist’s pass on a lanyard, or which means she can advance and go from the backstage enclosure as and when she pleases. This was not my view.“I’m going to glimpse for free wine,” she says. Related: Tim Dowling: this isn’t just a family home we’re leaving, it’s the pin in the middle of my mental map of everything Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com