Sonisphere Knebworth 2011
Blogs are funny things; it’s hard to find the time to write blog posts when you’re busy because you’re too busy doing the thing that you usually blog about (or doing whatever it is you do to pay your bills if the thing you blog about isn’t the thing you do to pay your bills!). The downside of this is that it gives the false impression that you’re not busy, otherwise you’d have posted something sooner. Conversely, when you’re not busy you have the time to blog, but there’s a very distinct possibility you’ll have nothing to post because you’ve not been busy. Or something like that.
Anyway, that’s enough of my excuses for not updating my blog recently.
Sooooo…Sonisphere! Yes, I know, it was a while ago. Better late than never though, right?
Of the bands that performed at this year’s Sonisphere I was most excited about the Big4: Anthrax, Megadeth, Slayer & Metallica. My musical tastes have changed a bit over the years but, many years ago, when I was a spotty teen, they were four of the most important & influential bands on the scene. I was a massive Megadeth fan, but also a fan of Slayer and, to a lesser extent Anthrax (the first band I ever saw live in 1989 at Hammersmith Odeon with Living Colour supporting) & Metallica.

One of the problems with scoring a photopass for Sonisphere is that, unless you work for one of the main music publications, you’re not likely to be allowed to shoot the main stage. Unfortunately I don’t work a major music mag, so my photopass only allowed me to shoot the smaller stages. So, with all my camera equipment to hand, but being prohibited from photographing the ‘Big4’, I did the next best thing and took some photos of the audience instead.


As well as being lucky enough to get all nostalgic watching Megadeth, Anthrax, Slayer and Metallica live, I also learned two very important lessons: 1: Camping becomes less fun the older you get (and, let’s face it, it’s not that much fun to begin with) and 2: A fence is only a fence when there’s a band playing- as soon as the music stops it becomes a urinal. Some people may enjoy the sensation of being sprayed with piss by a bunch of inebriated metallers, I’m not one of them.










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