The horror that was Muse (part 1)

 extracted from "Turn Left at the Womble-How a 48 year old Dad survived his first time at Glastonbury"

The horror that was Muse (part 1)

Twenty minutes or so later there was a massive roar from the crowd and all the lights on the stage came on. Red lights swirling at first with drums pounding then twisting white spotlights as the guitars and synths kicked in. A double drum hit 30 seconds in sparked an incredibly blinding flashing pulse of pure white light which lit up the whole crowd from the front of the stage to the back of the hill. I don’t know how they managed to do it but it was so bright for that second it was as if the night had disappeared and it was the middle of the day. It was truly spectacular.  During that millisecond I could see every detail around me. Then it went pitch black again, very dark except for the lights on the stage and the huge hexagonal lit backdrop behind the band that changed colour in time to the music. The band were tiny figures on stage, dwarfed by the huge music that was emanating from the stage. I looked up at the video screens and could see the lead singer in his skinny tight red jeans waving his headless expensive guitar around. The bassist was obviously getting into it as well-a lot of head nodding and serious gurning was happening. The final piece in the jigsaw was the drummer who was pounding his massive kit within an inch of its life and really enjoying it as he was grinning like fuck.


   
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