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As much as I loathe the Pilton Music Festival, which most people incorrectly call Glastonbury (and man, do I ever loathe Pilton\/Glastonbury), this song reminds me of a moment so stunning, my eyes almost fill with tears when I recall it.<\/p>\n
The rain was a consistently heavy, non-passing shower, and it had been for a couple of hours.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t a downpour, but over the hours the constant rain had soaked through everything we wore, and everything on the campsite.<\/p>\n
My hair ran wet, pressed flat against my head, my contact lenses were well-moistened.<\/p>\n
It was dark.<\/p>\n
And although I was cold with the rain and the very cool night air, pressed up against the crash barriers at the front of the stage as I was, the heat of the lights on the gantry felt like mild sunburn on my face.<\/p>\n
And towards the end of a set that was mostly average, they performed this song.<\/p>\n
And after the long intro, the band sang. And the crowd quietly began to sing along with them.<\/p>\n
The crowd’s volume slowly increased as the crowd sang like a nervous choir, gradually gaining confidence.<\/p>\n
The hair on the back of my neck stood up against the rain as almost 100,000 of us forgot the weather and our wet clothes, and how cold we were.<\/p>\n
And we lived the song.<\/p>\n
It was magical.<\/p>\n
And for the entirety of this song, I loved Glastonbury.<\/p>\n