Guardian writers turned up at Glastonbury expecting to review bands … but they ended up doing yoga with Jarvis Cocker – crying with strangers and calling underground Korean restaurants from a mystery phone box.
Patti Smith is dangerous – and we adored her
Patti Smith’s Sunday-afternoon set on the Pyramid stage embodied the best of the festival: passionate – punky and poetic. She spat – she sang; she fell over and she announced: ‘I don’t care – because I am an animal’; she urged us to to raise our arms in celebration of our freedom; and she even brought the Dalai Lama on to eat birthday cake. It was a privilege to witness her in full flow – bringing a field full of instant devotees with her on a manic meandering journey into Land/Horses and ripping through My Generation with a doff of the cap to headliners the Who. When it ended my heart was lifted and my soul had been charged. Smith raised her de-stringed guitar aloft and yelled: ‘This is the weapon of my generation’. This magnificent woman is dangerous – and we all adored her.