Status Quo = Glastonbury Fail…
It’s a sad state of affairs when a once, much loved, hippy endorsed festival sinks into the pit of despair and commercialism. This year the haunting dross-like choruses of ‘rockin all over the world’ and ‘in the army now’ will be polluting the sacred fields of Avalon and Glastonbury. King Arthur will surely be turning in his grave when the floppy haired, denim wearing geriatric evil that is Status Quo step out onto the hallowed pyramid stage. Its one small gig for ‘The Quo’ and one gigantic leap backwards for Britain’s greatest music festival.
Ideally the gods of taste, decency and musical appreciation will nudge Zeus into showering the stage with lightning bolts. The heavens will open, rain and displeasure will lash down upon them, and luck willing some part of the rig will give way while they play ‘whatever you want’, crushing them and electrocuting any hapless roadies they may happen to be in the surrounding area. That or Arthur will crawl out of his subterranean prison and lead a vanguard of valorous knights onto the field and destroy everything in his path.
The days of the Green field are gone. The hippies don’t come here anymore…. In fact they commercialised Glastonbury and put up a parking lot. The sacred turf of the stone circle is now full of trust-afarians and pop idolaters. Gone is the mayhem of mass break-ins, all night D&B burger vans and respectable musical acts. The Glastonbury we knew and loved is dead, deceased as the proverbial parrot, but the spirit and the ideas live on within all of us who knew it as it truly was….
Respect to 2003 the last true Glastonbury year, and fade out….
Their performance was DIRE and they went down like a lead brick wrapped up in concrete.
Here here that man
What a lot of utter twaddle truth. The Quo were at their consumate best worst – still performing well like a herd of dying tone deaf sycophantic cattle even after 40 years – which I guess will not be a boast of please the author of this piece!
Above post edited for taste…. Well I never said it was a democracy round here.
Status Quo expired years ago – I hear they are to bless the South West again soon at the mother of all rock events – Powderham Castle – free parking too!
Glastonbury has changed – so many big names are now from the US although this year you had to give a thumb up to the track “Pikey Pete” by Brucey – the first track on this amazing Glastonbury performance this year.
Moonbadger – a Champion of free speech – as long as he agrees with it!
Here here, long live MOonBadgers autocracy!
I’ve hated Status Quo ever since Rick Parfitt asked me to look at the puppy he had stashed on the tourbus back in the late 80’s. Traumatic times….
Unlucky Mike, understandably traumitising. Maybe you should seek post-Quo professional help
Youz all a buch of bluddy sadx happies. Its the bestestestsest thingz dat eva comz to teh Glastonbury.
You wouldnxt kow a good band even if it was stuck in your drug taking pipes. (personaly I prefer to inject, it’s a lot quicker, drug taking pipes is so middle aged, get with the programme)
Rock On Status Quo, i lovez you Rick Parfitt i wantz to spoon you and stroke your hair. I sent you a picture11111!
What Rubish! (I believe it’s spelt rubbish my illiterate friend)
Status Quo at Glastombury (Glastonbury) were amazing you lot dont have a clue!
its time you all woke up to the real world of good music! (LOLCATZ) And come on if you think zeus and king arthur were gonna do anything about it you are in serious need of help (i think that’s what you call poetic license). You could give me your address (no1 the Parthenon, Athens, that’s in Greece by the way) ill get an ambulance for you! Zeus never existed and Arthurs dead(if he ever existed)
You only have to look at the videoa=s (videos) of Qyo (Quo) at glastombury (Glastonbury) to see how your (you’re) wrong and the band is loved!
OMFG lern2troll people! Check out this fucking amazing Quo picture!
When I want a spelling lesson ill (i’ll -I will, punctuate dear boy, punctuate) ask for it freaks!
And im (i’m) really not the kind of person to give a toss (but clearly enough to retort) if I get the odd word wrong. My advise (advice – you advise someone, where as you give somone advice) to you, stop pratting around with strange (your words not mine) people, get a taste in music and move out of Grease (possible you meant Greece there old boy, that or it was a poor attempt at being facetious), Move to a decent country like GB (no wait on second thoughts stay away)! (a little to late really)
My regards to you. You are in need of help ill (i’ll) be praying for you (praise Allah).
David Thorne is right the internet is a playground…
LOLCATZ
Hello friends!
Once again you find me on your fine website! (Why thank you angry and irate middle aged Quo fanboy)
You may ask, why do you keep coming to this site and having a go. I’ll tell you, its because I enjoy it, and im (I’m) extremely sad. (Perhaps you forgot to take your medication this morning, take a few extra and relax to the melodic rhymes of Parfitt: The chosen one!)
So your (you’re – as in ‘you are’) already in Great Britain (England actually wot wot), how did you get here? (Yeeehah Spaceship motherfu*ker!) By boat prehaps (perhaps an elementary mistake there, presuming of course that you went to elementary), or a kind hearted french lorrie driver (sacrebleu!) who wa (was) willing to accept (a) couple of quid to take you over the border at dover?
And Allah you say, you from India (Lol Allah is the Islamic god you donut, Muhammad was born in Mecca, which is in Arabia. A slight distance from India. I think you need to go back to geography 101 as well as English..)? We once owned you! (I sense the BNP is strong in this one….)
Until next time fuck*ing clownshoes…
LOL CLOWNSHOES!!!!1111111……
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I’m absolutley thrilled to recive a page dedicated to me! I would say it means a lot but that would be rather strange as I am a devout hater of you and your kind!
And again i appear to have got something wrong(this Allah buissness). All i can do is apologise for upseting you, I had no idea it meant so much to you. Oh i do find your choice of language a little anti social and it probably wont do your social skills any good( if you do find time to converse with civilsed folk)
I’ll be seeing status quo in November, I promise to send you some pics!
I have done my best to include as many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors as posible in this post(enjoy)
Best wishes
Strange really, seems to be your most literate post yet. Congrats. I will look forwards to photoshopping those pictures at a later date, make sure you get a good one of Parfitt and Rossi tonguing.
I’ll do what i can, Anything for you!
xxxx
innit! Mmm Yes, quite, isn’t it?
Ha ha!
I know you are all joking and fully appreciate how good Status Quo are!
Good joke guys.
Terrance xx
Ahahahahahah Terrance! I do like a good comedian. Yes of course, we are just one big gay massively Quo-loving family. In-fact i’m currently in the process of changing my name via depole to Rick Parfitt Jnr…
Big NO to the Quo from me, i have to say i felt really let down, being a veteran of the festival for over 15 years i can say that i was looking forward to it but they turned out to be pants.
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I agree Status Quo are 3 chord rubbish and should never grace the staige agian