Don't Forget Your Wellies: Glastonbury 2008
By Saturday, the mud had miraculously dried up and the sun came out. That morning I saw Los Campesinos and Black Kids, two up-and-coming bands who seem to receive attention largely due to their youthful, "We're just kids!" exuberance. Both groups mesh annoying cheerleader screams and ultra-hip, self-aware lyrics about parties and dancing with their childlike enthusiasm. I don't get it. Perhaps it's because they represent the first generation of indie bands younger than me?
Jay-Z, or "Jay-Zed", as the English kept calling him that weekend (one guy even called him "hobo," instead of "Hova"), was up next. The British media would make one think that Jay-Z had a lot to prove that weekend. He was the first hip hop headliner of the long-running festival, and that "Bastion of Cultural Relevance," Noel Gallagher, recently told the media that there was no way he was going to allow it. Heck, even Dizzee doubted. Jay-Z played a clip of Noel's disparaging remarks mashed up with images of old frowning grannies, George Bush, and extra-white hip hop-hating talk show hosts before launching into a mocking rendition of "Wonderwall". This brilliant tactic instantly won over the nay-saying tabloids, and the next day's dailies led with Jay-Z's cultural victory. The rappers' flirtation with rock and roll continued with a "Heart of the City/Sunday Bloody Sunday" mashup, and of course, the ubiquitous but less interesting Linkin Park "Encore" collab. He even teased the audience with a special English rap about the Queen, The Sun, London Bridges, and "taking the piss." He made sure to proclaim that the show was a huge moment for hip hop, but it seems like the only ones who doubted were the sensationalistic British media and old fart rockers.