I feel that there are moments in life that you can relive by just looking at one image and this was one of those. We had played one of the side stages at Reading festival earlier that day. The whole time all I could think about was "how am I going to get on stage to watch the foo fighters". For most instances you would just show security your tour laminent and be on your way, but things were a little different this time around as I knew they would be.
I ate catering, packed up our rental equipment and moseyed along my way. The campgrounds where the event was taking place was bigger than I could have ever imagined. Finding my way to the main stage through the general population of fest goers was no easy task on the eyes or feet. These brave music lovers were all boosed up, drugged up, and fucked up. I saw one heavy set woman take a shit against the wall while her friend watched to see if any of the 50,000 people in attendance that day were looking (the odds obviously not in my favor that day). Then as we crept closer to the main stage I saw several men and woman passed out; as one girl was being pulled away by a medical team who did not look like she had an ounce of life in her.
It made me wonder that these people will literally risk everything, comfort, health, cleanliness and even death in some instances to watch some of their favorite bands. Even bands they couldn't give two shits about, they just want to get fucked up and go crazy. Also not to mention the mud was intense, I looked like a fool not walking around in the traditional wellies that day. I finally made it to the main stage, tried to swoop my way past the security guard only to find that I needed a special Foo Fighters laminent to get onto the stage during their set. I was bummed but I understood why, I wouldn't want a bunch of people I didn't know on the side of the stage getting in the way of people actually doing real work.
So I retrieved back to our van to think up of a new plan to get a good spot. I found Jimmy by our dressing room and we got to talking about the scenario. Eventually it came to our attention that the roof of our dressing room (which is outdoors) is not to tall and somewhat manageable to climb. So, few minutes go by of us struggling to climb the roof by stacking chairs and metal beams to finding ourselves on top of the dressing rooms. To put it into perpective the dressing room area was shared by all of the bands that played our stage that day and each trailer was connect so we had a lot of space to roam about.
As we were up there we found ourselves with a perfect few of the main stage. We were still a ways back and it looked like little ants were on the stage playing but it was probably the best spot to watch watch, away from the muddy freak show below us. Eventually Jimmy and I couldn't go unnoticed so people started to join us. Eventually it was the Flatliners and Polar Bear Club up on the roof of our dressing room, sharing a beautiful moment by watching one of the best bands in Rock n Roll (while Me First In The Gimme Gimmies were playing the stage directly behind us). Ill never forget that night of tour, and this picture pretty much sums up what a great day that was, getting to play a legendary festival and to end it by watching a legendary band.
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