I don’t think I was (my sister Katherine will remember) but I was there 83 and 84.

I was transported back to my 18 year old tortured self through these clips however;

The festival is very different now – although so am I – both of us have lost our innocence I think. Everything is more nuanced, more self consciously de constructed perhaps? Perhaps you disagree…

As I watch these clips (and there are a few more on you tube) I am reminded all too painfully of the boy I was- with all this confused idealism and awkwardness, in the middle of which was a simple, beautiful place called Jesus. Sometimes he was the only thing that made any sense.

This much has not changed.