My Britain died on January 10th 2016, the day that the Blackstar faded. It’s something that has torn through the very fabric of our nation, signalling a transformation into a darker time. So it’s no wonder that images and reminders from his six-decade encompassing career can be seen all across Worthy Farm this year.
Whether you’re moving your feet past the Beat Hotel hearing ‘Life on Mars’ sounding abrasively over the tannoy as people sing through tears, drag queens appearing dressed flamboyantly on NYC Downlow at 3am, the emblem on the Pyramid Stage or Madness covering the legend on the Pyramid Stage, it is a joyous and dour theme that will never leave the faces of our musical culture.
Particularly stunning is the tribute to The Thin White Duke paid by minimalist composer, Phillip Glass. The crowd were quiet and respectful, establishing the atmosphere of a funeral. The show itself isn’t a sing along or a giant knees up, but rather a challenging, angular affair. Its visuals are almost uncomfortable, shining on platoons of people occupying the stage, dressed in snow white. It is an emotional, jarring affair.
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