"You can`t always get what you want"

I`ve never had any desire to go join the masses in the mud at Glastonbury festival but having just read that The Rolling Stones might be headlining this year, I would possibly reconsider.

As one of my all time favorite bands, I may have to reside myself to the fact that "you can`t always get what you want". Last year November, the tickets sold for up for £950 and as much as I would love to see them, this is an exorbitant amount of money to cough up, for anyone, let alone a student.

I then found myself asking... If I had the money, would I pay that much for a ticket? I still can`t come up with an honest answer. On one hand,I think I would feel quite guilty spending that much on a few hours of bliss, yet on the other hand, it would be an experience that I could keep in heart and musical mind forever.

And then I become skeptical and pessimistic, because there is the possibility of disappointment, which was precisely the case with Bob Dylan at the Feis Festival at Finsbury Park in 2011. Having grown up listening to Dylan, it was a dream come true to see him, but alas no dreams came true that day, as I left feeling completely cheated. I remember reading a Telegraph article which reviewed the day and was convinced that the author had attended another show. Everyone seems to have excused the disappointment by the fact that he is 70 years old. I understand that he might not be "forever young" but if Rodriquez could play the most beautiful set i`ve ever heard, after being helped on stage, then surely Dylan could at least pretend to be enthusiastic?

The impression that I got from Dylans presence on stage was that he was just completely uninterested in what he was doing and who can blame him? How many times has he played the same songs? According to http://hisbobness.info/, he has played over 3000 concerts!

Even if I changed my mind, had the money to spend and overcame the thought of sharing toilets with 135,000 people, it still wouldn`t happen. Tickets sold out in a record 100 minutes.

In the mean time, singing "Brown Sugar" into a bottle of beer, usually with my sister, "Angie" (which is really her name), is more than good enough for me.