Glastonbury 2022: was this the most politically charged year ever?

Yes, it actually happened. Three years since the brave and sleepless last turned Michael Eavis’s dairy farm into southern England’s seventh-largest and first-noisiest city, Glastonbury festival returned for a delayed 50th birthday party that will be hard to top. I’d like to say I saw it all, but not even the BBC can make that claim. Where was their camera crew when the spoon carving was afoot?

The long weekend remains Britain’s most overwhelming cultural experience. Those who attempt to conquer it armed with strict timetables and oxygen tanks will be left wishing they had simply given in to its strange mystic energy. Nevertheless, some themes emerged. Here is about three per cent of what went down.

The crowds

Blimey it was busy. Capacity-wise, at 138,000 tickets sold and 67,000 staff on site, Glastonbury was more heavily populated than ever and often it really felt like it. Thursday’s afternoon triple of Melanie C DJing, Michael Eavis actually singing and Bastille’s surprise set shut down the William’s Green area. The Sugababes also closed their field due to overcrowding. I became scarily stuck trying to get to TLC on the West Holts Stage on Friday and ended up watching the R&B greats through the window of an ice cream van. Both Paul McCartney’s and Diana Ross’s Pyramid Stage crowds were so large that you were probably geographically as close as I was to them if you were watching the iPlayer at home. As for seeing one of the “secret” shows, forget it.

Fashion on stage

Apart from Noel “a black jacket’ll do” Gallagher, most of the performers put some sartorial effort in. How about St Vincent’s plush Gucci/Adidas tracksuit or Lorde and Megan Thee Stallion’s contrasting leotards? As for Kendrick Lamar’s bleeding crown of thorns — wow. No one was going to outdo original diva Diana Ross, though, who made herself visible from great distances with a feather headdress and huge gown.

Fashion off stage

Among the punters, anything was possible. I saw a man in a shirt illustrated with a cowboy cat riding a shark vomiting a rainbow. In space. Outlandish flared leggings were everywhere. Others were more conventional. Retro football tees abounded, and if you happened to be planning a blind date, telling your prospective partner that you would be wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a bucket hat would not narrow it down.

Pop and politics do mix

The politically engaged had plenty to yell about, especially the US Supreme Court abortion ruling that happened during the festival. Kendrick Lamar ended his Sunday headline set with a fierce cry for women’s rights. Phoebe Bridgers led her crowd in a chant of “F*** the Supreme Court”. Billie Eilish pointedly referred to it before her song about male abusers, Your Power. Meanwhile, anti-Tory slogans were seen on numerous flags, hats and T-shirts (“This is a work event” was a good one). Glastonbury’s long-term environmental concerns were brought into sharp focus with a surprise appearance from Greta Thunberg. Hopefully no one introduced her to Dave Grohl and Bruce Springsteen later, who had flown all the way from the US to play for 10 minutes each with Paul McCartney.

The flags

As if navigating the vast site wasn’t difficult enough, a number of people choose to do it while lugging a long pole displaying an enormous in-joke comprehensible only to a handful of mates back home. It’s great for medieval battle vibes, less good if you actually want to see whoever’s on the stage. However, once you come to terms with the fact that you’re not really there to watch the musicians, but are actually watching Glastonbury itself, they make for a wonderful view.

The weather

As an irregular visitor, this was my first dry Glastonbury, and what a difference it made. The place can be uniquely hellish on those weekends where it’s all but impossible to sit down. There were a handful of brief showers, and if you happened to be up at 6am on Sunday, either staggering back from Shangri-La or, for example, as a journalist on a deadline, you were treated to a perfect rainbow.

The legends

Glastonbury treats its veterans well, not only billing Diana Ross’s Sunday Teatime Legend’s Slot as effectively a fourth headliner, but also giving 82-year-old pianist Herbie Hancock a prominent Pyramid Stage spot instead of cordoning him off with the rest of the jazzers on the West Holts Stage. But when we look back on this year, the dominant memory will surely be Paul McCartney unveiling not one but two additional legends.

The next generation

With all those TV cameras watching, in addition to the thousands there, when a newer act manages to have a Glastonbury Moment it can set them up for years. The John Peel tent was a great place to see future Pyramid Stagers, not least Self Esteem, who prompted a singalong while wearing a corset designed to pay tribute to Sheffield’s Meadowhall shopping centre. Phoebe Bridgers received such overpowering adulation in there on Friday that she had to stop playing. Then there was Sam Fender, taking Friday’s Pyramid sunset slot and demonstrating that one more great album could make him a headliner.

The secret sets

Glastonbury’s penchant for “surprise” shows by previously unannounced stars might need a rethink. Yes, they generate unexpected excitement, but when they’re revealed a few hours beforehand, giving fans plenty of time to swarm, all you’re left with are George Ezra and Jack White playing great Sunday shows to crowds that mostly can’t see them. Paolo Nutini seemed determined to remain invisible. He performed on Saturday at the Rabbit Hole, a tent not much more spacious than an actual rabbit hole.

The special guests

Have I mentioned that Paul McCartney brought on Dave Grohl and Bruce Springsteen? But he was far from the only one offering an Avengers-style team-up. Arlo Parks got around, popping up to sing with both Phoebe Bridgers and Lorde. The Pet Shop Boys had Olly Alexander from Years & Years. Finally, Olivia Rodrigo made protesting the Supreme Court fun by bringing on Lily Allen to sing Allen’s jaunty F*** You.

The Glastonbury strategy

Some people may be travelling home today feeling that they somehow failed at Glastonbury, having missed three-quarters of the things they planned on seeing. I didn’t see a large number of my favourite musicians, but by Thursday teatime had already accidentally watched folk-punk man Beans on Toast three times. Strategising this uniquely discombobulating weekend might be a bit like planning a birth. Sooner or later you have to hand over the keys and accept that you are not going to be able to control how it pans out. Glastonbury is something that happens to you. And if you surrender to its magic, it isn’t possible to fail.