June 28, 2011
My Dear Ones,
It’s England, I’m here, Glastonbury ~ so were so many of you. All standing through the downpour in ankle deep mud, (Woodstock! What is it this thing with mud and festivals?) listening.
From my vantage point, the tops of glistening heads and umbrellas ~ crowds as far as I can see, mouthing the words to my songs, even the new ones ~ how grateful I am to be able to sing and create for so many receptive people all over the world.
From the rain and the mud to fine theatres, auditoriums, city or town centers ~ likely and unlikely places, clubs (Ronnie Scotts, Union Chapel in Islington, Canterbury Cathedral after that.) But now Glastonbury. Back lights playing the rain double time ~ Kamikaze rain.
It went too fast for all the build up beginning last year in October when Peter went away. Time went on, but then…
Are you doing Glastonbury?
I don't know...
I heard you’re doing Glastonbury. It’s the biggest festival in Europe.
It’s not for sure, lots of details are unclear
Voice in Melanie's Head:
Melanie, go to Glastonbury
You’ll go ~ one more leap of faith
Then I remember, Melanie remembers, Peter promising to be there.
We need an answer. We need to know if you’re doing Glastonbury. We need to know today.
I knew I had to go, no matter what. Even though circumstances were uncertain ~ one more leap of faith.
We glop through the mud and past the “Pyramid” stage and onto the “Spirit of ‘71”. The spirit is up there where I’m supposed to be. I let it go, the disappointments, the loss, I let it go. I’m a professional :)
I stand under a make shift canopy for a BBC interview. The hem of my Bedouin wedding dress sinking lower into the mud.
So this is a rather emotional performance for you?
Yes, it’s been a long road since 1971. Peter, the producer of all those songs…that soundtrack lives come back again and again in different incarnations; nostalgia to some. new songs to children…is no longer in this body form. He promised to be here with me at this year’s Glastonbury, and he is.
Knowing him, he’ll be bouncing around from me to Bare Naked Ladies and U2. He always loved artists. (Let me tell you some time about how he wanted to sign Bruce Springsteen and I wouldn’t let him.)
Andrew Kerr, the father of Glastonbury, greeted me as I arrived. We shared moments and memories of us, all three at the farm house…he, Peter and I as we set about to be part of making this world a better place. There is a beautiful sadness and a great power here.
Yes Claudia, it will be an emotional performance. I wasn’t sure I would go through with it. But I got the go ahead from a very high place.
Yes, it’s been a long road since ’71 till now. Peter would always say, “Melanie, you don’t know who you are.” ~ My dear ones ~ I’m learning.