Glastonbury - Chemical Brothers
Hey Boy, Hey Girl
Fuck, what a night. The lights are fucking brilliant, like shards of coloured glass smashing into my brain. The bass is pounding through my chest, every beat a goddamn heartbeat of the universe. "Hey boy, hey girl, superstar DJs, here we go!" I scream along, my voice merging with the collective roar of the crowd. Glastonbury, you beautiful, chaotic mess, you’ve got me right by the bollocks tonight.
Sweat's dripping down my back, my shirt clinging to me like a second skin. I glance around, my eyes wide and wild, catching the frenzied joy in the faces of those around me. Some bloke with a neon headband and an idiotic grin bumps into me, his eyes as glazed as mine. “Mate, this is fucking epic!” he yells, his words barely audible over the thundering music. I nod, not needing to say anything. We're all feeling it, riding this wave of sound and lights together.
Anna's beside me, her hair a wild tangle of colours under the strobe lights, her face a picture of ecstatic bliss. She catches my eye and laughs, a pure, unrestrained sound that makes my heart lurch. “This is what we live for, right?” she shouts, and I can only grin in response. Fuck yes, this is living.
The beats drop, and the crowd surges, a single organism moving in sync, arms raised, feet pounding the ground. The energy is electric, a live wire zapping through each of us, connecting us in this mad, wonderful moment. I close my eyes, letting the music take over, losing myself in the rhythm. The world outside this field doesn’t exist. There’s only now, only this.
“Superstar DJs, here we go!” The words are a mantra, a call to the heavens, a declaration of our collective euphoria. I can feel the drugs coursing through my veins, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. It's like the universe has distilled itself into this one moment, this one song, and I'm right in the bloody middle of it.
Swoon
And then the transition, smooth as fuck, the shift in tempo, the opening notes of "Swoon" slipping into the air like a lover’s whisper. I’m floating, suspended in the thick, heady atmosphere, my senses tuned to every sound, every light. The crowd’s roar dims to a hum, and I’m lost in the melody, in the ethereal beauty of it all.
“Swoon, baby, starry eyed.” The words tumble from my lips, my voice softer now, a mere murmur against the song’s gentle insistence. Anna's hand finds mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, grounding me in this surreal dreamscape. Her eyes are closed, her lips moving in silent harmony with the lyrics. We're here, but also somewhere else, somewhere only the music can take us.
The lights above us shift, a kaleidoscope of colours dancing across the sky, painting the night in hues of red, blue, green. I can feel the earth beneath my feet, solid yet distant, like I'm walking on clouds. Each beat of the song pulses through me, a heartbeat that’s both mine and not mine. The drugs got me floating, but the music is the real high, lifting me higher than I ever thought possible.
Some random girl stumbles into our little bubble of space, her eyes wide with the same bliss that’s enveloping me. “This is like... heaven,” she says, her voice dreamy, almost reverent. I nod, unable to find the words to describe what I’m feeling. Heaven, nirvana, whatever the fuck it is, it’s perfect.
The crowd sways as one, a sea of bodies moving to the same rhythm, lost in the same dream.
“Just remember to fall in love,” the song croons, and I feel it, that deep, all-encompassing love for everything around me.
For Anna, for this girl, for the neon headband bloke, for everyone and everything.
The song builds, crescendos, the lights flaring brighter, the crowd’s energy surging higher. I’m weightless, timeless, lost in this moment of pure, unadulterated euphoria. This is what it’s all about, this feeling, this connection, this goddamn beautiful chaos.
The world outside can wait. Right now, it’s just us, the music, and this infinite moment of bliss.
Fuck, I never want it to end.