230 miles, six hours, three trains, two coffees and an angry inspection lady (who eventually kicked me off the train, adding an extra hour to my travel time) and I was at the gates of the Mint Festival with an All Access Pass and my Artist Band in hand. I was there to interview the DJs - some of the greatest in today's electronic music scene.
Not a bad gig.
In true English fashion, it was bloody freezing with drizzle creating a light fog. In true English fashion, most people were dressed like it was an Australian summers day.
A stellar line up on each stage proved it difficult to choose where to head to first.
Egos and bad taste rivalry are so boring.
The biggest disappointment for me was not getting an interview with Paul Van Dyk. Even though I am not into his music anymore, he is still quite the legend and has lasted the distance in an industry that can chew you up and destroy you within a few years.
PVD had to rush off straight after his set – meaning literally off the stage and into a black car without even a moment to make eye contact. Boo.
Sander Van Door - among a few others, had quite the expensive taste. Three bottles of Dom Perignon sat in his rider box. And no, I wasn't offered a glass. Vintage tequilas, top of the range gins ... not a beer in sight.