That... and David Byrne screaming Psycho Killer while I slowly felt as if drowned in a sea of mud and piss swallowing my tent surrounded by idiots letting off fireworks and screaming "I'm a firestarter" after I had taken an unspecified mix of alcohol and lysergics (causing serious Cronenberg thinking and inability to sleep) kind of put the crimp on festivals for me in 1997. Have fun.
