“Isn’t she just so great?”
This is a girl in her mid-20s shouting at me over an act on the stage.
I am at the age where I’ve never heard of 70% of the supporting acts at music festivals. The mid-afternoon acts, the early-evening stuff. I buy tickets based on headliners, but I find the better acts on the smaller stages scattered far from the action.
Was this woman so great? Not really.
Not for me.
I say this to the girl and she is offended.
After all, how could I - a 35 year old man - not like or relate to the pitchy tunes of a 22-year-old singer?
“She played Glastonbury a few weeks ago” the girl said.
It’s true. The singer said so herself - as though she had to validate her presence on the stage in front of me.
Maybe “played Glastonbury” is this generation’s “really big in Japan.”
Glastonbury is a fact, a bit of information, not a qualifier.
I’ve never found pedigrees or resumes impressive or worth looking at. I’m more interested in what you can do for me in the here and now.