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Love Saves The Day

Credit: Love Saves The Day official promotional materials

Credit: Tom Horton

I went to Love Saves The Day this weekend, and yes, I went on Saturday. The muddy day. The day with the rain and the mud. Did I mention there was mud?

Having met my friends in the morning – and everybody else who was going to the festival, it would seem – at the local Spoons, we tried to distract ourselves from the torrential rain by covering each other in glitter. A cooked breakfast and a few hours later, we were dazzling, fabulous, dry and warm; this did not last long.

Surprisingly, there wasn’t a queue to get into Love Saves The Day, which made for the nicest entrance to a festival I’ve ever experienced, so I guess the rain did have its uses. Wait, no. Make that ‘use’ … singular.

The festival itself had a good atmosphere throughout the entire day. Everyone had that typical festival-friendliness that makes it socially acceptable to just start dancing with anybody and everybody, and no-one really cared about how they looked (actually that’s a lie, there were a lot posers who were defiantly showing off their best festival fashion regardless of the gallons of water pouring out of the sky – think lots of soaked cut-offs, dripping aviators and limp flower garlands).

The music was sick, yeah. Lots of beats. A touch of grunge. A generous helping of bass. Okay, I’ll stop now; I’m not a music reviewer, nor am I going to attempt to be. Love Saves The Day is a dance festival so just imagine a whole day of dance music and I’ll leave it at that. Highlights for me included Kiesza’s performance (complete with the surprise ‘Hallelujah’ interlude and some pretty impressive dancing) and Annie Mac‘s set in the evening.  The gigantic mud slick by the ‘Just Jack’ stage was also a strong contender for most entertaining section of the festival, as was the steep hill facing the Main Stage. People-watching had turned from a casual activity into a blood sport by the end of the day.

I left the festival exhausted and slightly deaf, hobbling my way back to a warm shower and a bed, the ultimate of luxuries usually reserved for those who like to do festivals backed-up by their trust fund.

The sun shone for the entire of Sunday. I could see it out my window, from where I was lying in bed. I hope you had a good time, Sunday people. A really, really good time.

I feel old.

Check out this video of last years Love Saves The Day. Notice the sunshine:

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