Live music on TV is always deceptive - usually worse than when you are there, but sometimes better.
I was in the audience for the Jacksons and they were fantastic - no problems with the vocals to my ears. Though it's possible I was a little distracted by a full-on domestic taking place in front of me - the husband was so drunk he couldn't stand without his son(?) holding him up (after he had fallen over) and his wife getting so angry with him she was screaming in his face for him to f**k off. God alone knows how they got him back to wherever they were camping as I think that stage is quite a way from any campsite.
Chrissie Hynd was indeed wonderful, as was Chic. Barry Gibb again sounded a lot better live than on TV where he sounded quite shreeky. Enjoyed Blossoms and the National - two bands I know little of but will listen to more now. And found She Drew the Gun strangely mesmerising. And for some reason, Ralph McTell singing Streets of London had me in tears.
First year I didn't see a Pyramid headliner. Sort've missed the whole extravaganza of that but Radiohead bore me, Foos clashed with Jacksons and I don't regard Ed as a headliner type person really so on Sunday went up to Strummerville, a tiny area with a minute stage among the trees and listened to a couple of songs from some Australian band I'd never heard of before strolling over to climb the ribbon tower (spectacular view) as there was much less of a queue than I've ever seen. Then on to watch the weird and wonderful Arcadia with all it's flame-throwing (google it - it's some spectacle).
Oh and Jeremy Corbyn was fantastic - didn't see him on the Pyramid, will have to catch up with that sometime, but in the Left Field tent immediately after where he spoke for a lot longer and was a brilliant orator.
Am very sorry there is no Glastonbury next year. It flew by and I didn't see half the stuff I wanted to - despite averaging about 15 miles walking every day!