August 12, 2015 at 11:17 pm #4049
The Sisters of the Road do these very well on tumblr. Feel free to write accounts of your experiences at Mumford gigs, whether they were 7 years or 7 days ago.
I’ll get the ball rolling tomorrow with my Aviemore Stopover experience.August 14, 2015 at 10:13 pm #4059
Good idea! Looking forward to hearing gig tales!August 15, 2015 at 12:51 pm #4060
I love Mumford & Sons with a passion. Had 3 tickets to Simpsonville, SC two years ago and the couple who was to take me (I have a driving phobia) bailed on me a week before the concert. It was with a heavy heart that I had to sell my tickets because I could find no one to drive me even with me giving away 2 free tickets. I have been devastated for 2 years and lost a so-called friend over it. Well, this year, 2015 Wilder Mind Tour, I found another driver and got me to Raleigh, NC from Monroe, NC, a 2 hour drive. This was #1 on my Bucket List to see them. I had to see my man, Marcus Mumford, before I die and then my life will be complete. We got to the concert, it was HOT, 98+ degrees, I had seat tickets on concrete, sold out 30,000 people and had a motel room 4 miles from the venue. Life was great. I was sitting in my seat with the sun blaring down waiting on the opening acts, Sun Little & Maccabees. About 20 minutes before the opening act, the stage started spinning and I knew I was going out. I could not walk so I tried to put my heat between the seats, but the seats were too tight. I passed out in my seat, threw up on myself (no alcohol or drugs involved). My friend looked over, my head was down, eyes were open but I was not there. She started yelling my name, poking me and shaking my arm. She said I was gray, I looked dead but my eyes were open and pupils dilated. She said I then puked foam all over myself. Then I looked up, looked around, stage was not spinning and I said Oh, I feel better now. I had suffered a heat stroke. She said I was 5 seconds away from her calling 911 but she knew if I woke up in a hospital without seeing Marcus Mumford, I’d be heartbroken. She had to tell me I threw up. I looked down and I said Oh I did puke. I puked on Marcus (my guitar photo pick necklace). We washed what we could with our water bottles, went to the restroom. I got the poor drunk girl looks. In the restroom, the attendant walked to the other room, I peeled my tank top off and washed it in the sink, wrung it out, put it back on, went and got a cool drink, and back to the seats we went. I watched the entire concert, singing and dancing without missing a beat or word for 2 hours. It was the best night of my entire life. My doctor fussed at me and said I could have died. I told him, oh well, I would have died happy. It was the most awesome concert ever!!! Everyone says I should let the band know and I should be voted the most hard core fan ever. If they would send me a set list paper or guitar pick from Marcus, I would frame it and cherish it forever. Love you guys!!! Can’t wait to see you again!!!August 15, 2015 at 2:49 pm #4063
I read your post and halfway through thought….Noooooo! But I am so glad you made it through the gig!!! That is pretty hardcore. I’m glad it was a happy ending. Thanks for sharing! AnnaAugust 15, 2015 at 7:38 pm #4065
Beautiful and hardcore. I agree with Anna.
I hope I’ll be able to see them live one day.
They came to India once, and we treated them like dirt.
Stupid countrymen.August 15, 2015 at 8:57 pm #4067
BHPEN99 that is some gig tale. I’d like to call it your Katy Perry moment! A friends mine once had a bit of a “wobble” and got pulled out at a festival during a Katy Perry set! She recovered and made it back down the front for the headliners!
The power of music
XSeptember 2, 2015 at 10:00 am #4261
I wrote up my concert story from Reading Festival on Friday.. it’s a bit long, sorry.
We arrived at Reading in the early afternoon with Day tickets. Immediate impressions.. very different from Glastonbury! Almost in the centre of the city and next to no queues. There’s next to nothing to do once you’re in the arena, but we had a look at the small amount of Mumford merch (GOTR and Pegasus t shirts) and grabbed some food and watched bands play on the main stage.
We’d decided to start weaving into the crowd at the end the band All Time Low, who were fourth down the bill. (Very dated, sounded straight out of 2003. Don’t get me started on their derogatory comments about women and girls). Reading’s crazy barrier system makes getting to the front very hard.
Two acts to go before Mumford: Bastille and alt-J. Had decided to miss Bear’s Den in order to get a place at the front for Mumford. Not a Bastille fan but they managed to entertain me for an hour, very unexpected. Huge crush in the next changeover, people being taken out right left and centre. Managed to snake forwards slightly. alt-J were brilliant as always – great hits, great light show, great atmosphere but I was slightly wishing their set away in anticipation for Mumford.
Now two rows back from the barrier between Winston and Ted (in the right hand section) didn’t expect to be this far forward considering Reading’s notorious lively crowds. Good sing along tunes over the speakers as we wait – Arctic Monkeys, Florence + the Machine, even Bear’s Den’s cover of Hold On We’re Going Home! Finally, the band come on looking elated but slightly bemused. My first thought: “Interesting hat choice Ben..”
The next 1 hour 45 minutes was a whirlwind. Snake Eyes into I Will Wait as expected, the crowd jumping for every song. Then.. Little Lion Man?? Very unexpected setlist change but another excuse to jump around for another song and moved a row forward. 5 songs in and the girl in front of me had filmed every song on her camera. Time to say something. “Excuse me, I can’t see as well when you hold your camera up. You know this is being filmed for television?” Her reply “You can go in front of me”. So we moved forward, now one row back from the barrier with a perfect view, and she continued to film every song behind us!
Setlist very similar to Aviemore but the changed meant the songs didn’t flow quite as well.. but who cares when you’re dancing? Believe looks amazing with the massive crowd holding up lights. When Marcus takes to the drums for Lover of the Light, a Plymouth Argyle flag is draped over the kit as punishment for losing a football bet with Woody from Bastille. Thistle & Weeds is more intense than I’ve ever seen it. Usual stage chat. “We came for a party” “Nick or Dave?” “How are you doing at the back” but hilarity ensues when Marcus notices a guy in the crowd holding up a Pineapple. Rest of the set flies by. Broad-Shouldered beasts falls flat with the Reading crowd but one dud out of 18 isn’t bad.
Ditmas. DITMAS. Marcus gets into the crowd a metre along the barrier from us and immediately disappears. He then rises, crowd surfing over our heads as he sings. He feels very, very sweaty as we hold him aloft.
The two-song encore feels a bit short without LLM, but decide to embrace the Reading way for The Wolf and jump as hard and fast as we can, everyone bashing off of eachother – so much fun to just let go. I will never tire of hearing that song live.
The show finishes and the crowd dissipates. We stick around at the front talking to the security guards hoping for a setlist. One is passed down to a security and I ask a recently befriended guard to go over and ask the guy if I can have it. I politely wave over. The other guard comes back.. “Sorry mate, he’s keeping it for himself! He shouldn’t but there’s nothing I can do!” Gutted, expect to see that on eBay in the next few weeks… But another guard comes over with a guitar pick, gives one to the other group of fans waiting and one to me. It’s Ted’s. Consolation prize!
To wrap this long story up, the whole gig felt special. This was arguably the band’s second most important gig to date, after Glastonbury 2013 and you could tell the band were so excited to headline the world’s biggest rock festival with a real rock album. Though not at all an intimate setting, I don’t think I’ve felt more connected with the band as an audience at any other their other gigs. I’ll never forget it. Time to watch it back on TV!September 4, 2015 at 6:06 am #4305
Thanks for sharing your Reading experience. Sounds like a brilliant atmosphere in the crowd. I thought the setlist mix up was interesting too. I love Broad shouldered as a track, but it did come across as quite flat on the TV. Ditmas looked crazy & Marcus being swallowed up by the crowd was something to watch! Eek!
Thanks for telling us your tale!
AnnaSeptember 30, 2015 at 8:46 pm #4438
Here’s my pretty entertaining story of seeing Mumford & Sons at the Camden Roundhouse for the Apple Music Festival. A lot more drama than my usual Mumford & Sons gigs..
I didn’t win tickets. I entered 4 different draws (Apple, Evening Standard, Beats and yPlan) but heard back from none. Kept up a search on twitter for anyone tweeting things like ‘spare mumford ticket.’ Long story short, a guy called Andrew offers me his guest ticket! Arrive at the Roundhouse around 4pm Sunday. I message Andrew. No reply for half an hour. A small queue forming already for doors at 6pm but I can’t join without ticket holder. Message arrives. He’s not bothered about arriving early and isn’t coming until 7pm! A shame but nothing I can do apart from be grateful I’m actually going. Street food lunch in Camden Town and a drink at the Camden Monarch (the pub run by singer Beans on Toast!).
Back at 7pm and the queue is big but moving quickly. I message Andrew. He’s only just at Paddington station! Eventually he arrives at 7.45, doors were at 6 and Jack Garratt is on at 8, who I don’t want to miss! Andrew is nice and we chat about the band in the queue. 15 mins later we’re inside at the ticket desk. Then comes the heart stopping moment. Andrew turns to me and says “I’ve forgot my photo ID.” My heart drops. After all of this I’m not going to get to see the band at all. Ticket desk are adamant – no photo ID, no entry. Won’t accept bank cards or even Facebook proof. Have never felt as bad as I did in that moment. Then suddenly, he finds a railcard in his wallet!! The whole panic is over as quickly as it started. We’re given our tickets and off we go.
But our tickets are seated balcony tickets – all of the standing tickets had been given to those earlier in the queue and they won’t let us in there! Andrew went up to the balcony (I messaged him later and he had a great night) but I knew I needed to try and get into standing, it was worth a chance to be able to dance. *Disclaimer: I have never been this cheeky in my life… but when it comes to Mumford & Sons I’ll do anything.* I went back to the ticket desk and said to one of the workers that I have a fear of heights (I’m a bad person I know). He said there was nothing he could do and that standing was full. I asked to see the manager who came out and said the same thing. After a couple of minutes waiting at the desk, the manager went into the back and came out with a standing ticket which she swapped for my balcony one! Sorry for the white lie Apple, but it was worth it.
Into the crowd and catch both my favourite Jack Garratt songs, Weathered and Worry. Being on my own it was very easy to weave through spaces in the crowd – by the time Mumford & Sons come on I’m in the middle, four rows from the barrier! Didn’t know that the Roundhouse was so small – a very intimate venue. The band come on and they’re only a few feet in front of me! Snake Eyes as opener – serious rocking out from the boys as ever. The setlist change of Believe as the second song shows that we’re going to hear a lot of Wilder Mind tonight. Brilliant.
A note on the crowd: I’ve seen a lot of people who watched the stream say how ‘poor’ it was. Yes, it wasn’t a crowd made up of die-hard fans, it was ticket winners, but every person was shouting back every word of the older songs, and a lot of people knew the words to the news songs – especially Believe/Wolf/Ditmas. But I’ve watched the stream back and I can see how it doesn’t come across as well, they needed more microphones on the crowd.
The band showed off a tweaked rendition of Monster with horns instead of high vocals, which worked pretty well but makes it a lot less of a mellow song. Marcus mentions being at Reading Festival – a girl shouts woo and I put my hands up and Marcus points at us both! Great feeling. Jack Garratt came out for their cover of Sweet Dreams which was a real treat to see. I’d seen the crew sound checking the acoustic mic before the show so I’d hoped I’d get to see Cold Arms for the first time. So seeing them play it completely off-mic was so special, just a couple of feet in front of me. The crowd was deadly silent and so respectful. But very funny as guitar tech Alex Oakley slammed a door just as Marcus started to play. Ditmas was great fun as always but the venue was way to small and intimate for Marcus to go into the crowd and be mobbed. That’s a move definitley more suited to bigger crowds. I will never, ever tire of hearing The Wolf live, no better feeling that losing control of your body dancing to that song before it’s all over.
I can’t understand why Only Love is barely played considering it’s one of the most upbeat songs on the album? And the lack of spotlights on the band made it very hard to take a picture or even to see them at certain points! No complaints apart from that.
As the show finished I stepped forward to the barrier in the hope of getting a setlist/pick. Two women pointed at me and said something to each other, which confused me at first but I soon realised they had noticed my Aviemore Stopover t-shirt. Nice to know there were some other die-hard fans in the crowd! A group of Spanish girls pretty much screamed at the crew so got most of the setlists/picks between themselves which was a shame. A crew member points at me then throws down one of Ted’s picks to me from the stage but I dropped it over the barrier. A man barges over and gets the security guard to give it to him before I can even ask myself. I try to reason with him but he’s having none of it. Seeing this is unfair, his wife comes over to me and gives me another of Ted’s picks that a guard had given her and I let her know how grateful I was.
And that’s my story! It was amazing to see the band in a venue that small, the size of venue that they would have been playing in around 2009/2010! I was very, very lucky.October 1, 2015 at 2:40 am #4439
I took my 13 year old daughter to the Aviemore gig. It was her birthday present. She introduced her old mum to Mumford & Sons. After that Amazing experience she wrote an essay about it in her English class. Can I post it here? It is truly heartwarming.
I’m just not sure how to do it?October 1, 2015 at 3:07 am #4440
THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE
“You hold it, in your hands. And let it flow…”
Tears – They roll down your cheeks whether you are feeling happy, sad or angry. However, my tears were from the realisation of a dream come true, and the utter disbelief of what was about to happen. At the time I was crying with happiness, but that word does no justice for the emotion and elation I felt in those moments. Looking back, I still shed tears, partly because it’s over, but the memories I know will never leave me because it was the best night of my life.
We travelled to the North of Scotland and reached our destination of Aviemore. This was something I had been looking forward to for such a long time. Seeing the first signs and banners made me nervous and excited – I didn’t know how to feel at first because I was here, I was really here.
Arriving on site and setting up camp, it was relatively quiet… at first. As the day went on we found ourselves amongst a colourful spectrum of thousands of tents within the backdrop of the Cairngorm Mountains. I was in awe of the surroundings. Initially, I felt unsure, but the camaraderie of the people and the buzzing atmosphere, made me feel as if I belonged – that I fitted in somewhere.
After the fun of dancing to the entertainment of the first night we headed back to our tent. I eventually drifted off to sleep listening to the constant sound of late night revellers, the amusement I found both fascinating and comforting to fall asleep too.
I awoke to the same constant hum of voices that I had dozed off to, as if it had never stopped. There was the additional sound and smell of sizzling breakfasts on thousands of disposable bbqs and camping stoves across the field. I sat outside what was my home for the weekend, slurping away at hot mugs of tea in the fresh morning air. Feeling happy, excited and more content than I’d felt in a long time – although incoming rain was approaching. I was too immersed in living my dream to care. Nothing could dampen my spirits. I just embraced it all and as the rain intensified, so did my excitement.
As the day went on, we set out to wade through the mud to watch the talented acts we had come to see. The arena was open and thousands of fans made their way through to the main stage. The headline act finally came on – and they didn’t let us down. Draped in plastic ponchos, the rain was still relentless, but it didn’t matter. The sound was booming, the beam of lights behind the band, and the lashing rain – everything fit. I felt alive.
Suddenly my attention was drawn to one of the band members. She played cello, base guitar and sang – everything that I do. I saw her living my ambition in life. I realised it was possible. The thought that I could do that too was a really good feeling.
Back in my tent, I drifted off to sleep, but this time with visions of myself in the future, being the person I want to become. Being back here but not as a fan, as a musician – and how I could not wait for tomorrow night.
My first thought when I awoke next morning was that this is it. This is the day. Tonight would be the night I had been truly waiting for.
For the rest of the day I felt strange. I think it was from the excitement, disbelief, and the happiness I felt – this experience was surreal – and it wasn’t over yet. I just couldn’t believe it.
The day dragged on and it kept raining. I still felt strange, but I was ready. The build up was nearly over. I had to wait; I had to wait until the very last act, the very last act of the whole weekend. This was the main event. This was why I was here.
Suddenly, the sky cleared and the sun shone. It felt magical, after all the rain the sun finally broke through. By this time I was shaking. My heart was pounding. The anticipation seemed as though it was filling my lungs. Before I could comprehend that I was about to see them at any minute, they burst onto the stage. The crowd roared. I screamed until I could barely breathe. The lights flashed, and as the music blared the sound came pouring out, and before I knew it, so did my tears. People smiled at me when they saw how emotional I was. They even cleared paths and made sure I had a good view. I remember reaching for the stars and belting out lyrics- crying my eyes out. There was this powerful atmosphere between us strangers, we were united. We were turning to each other and screaming the lyrics into one another’s faces. I felt this mighty connection, a bond with every single soul around me. I have never felt the way I felt that night.
I find it difficult to explain, in those brief couple of hours, what I was feeling. I was beyond being in the moment. I forgot everything. I just let go, and let me tell you that even if you have a way with words, that feeling is indescribable. To feel that way, for me, is an experience in itself. It truly was, the best night of my life.
“Cause you were all I ever longed for”
When I was set this essay task, I could have written about loss and unhappiness, because I have experienced a lot of that. But I decided to write about the best moment of my life. I have truly tried to explain how I felt during my weekend and especially my last night in Aviemore. I wouldn’t change a single thing about my phenomenal experience at my very first music festival. It was extraordinarily special, which is why I chose to write about it. I feel that it has changed me. Maybe because I felt I was part of something, maybe it was because I just felt so much happiness and it gave me hope. Whatever it was – it definitely had an effect on me. I do feel sad looking back, but happy too because it was still an incredibly special weekend that I will never forget.
A 13 year old’s account of Aviemore GOTR FestivalOctober 1, 2015 at 5:45 pm #4441
Apple Music Festival 27 September 2015 Roundhouse.
The Roundhouse, my second time at seeing Mumford and Sons here and as luck would have it the second Apple.Itunes Festival.
I do like this venue, easy to get to and a wide stage for lots of barrier lovers. Doors to green at 1800 hours and then the slightly long and tedious 2 hour wait for Jack Garret.
The Apple Music Festival – always a bit of a strange one in my eyes. Every man and his wife entering for tickets to all the gigs. Some lucky ones wining. I mean, take One Direction, the average fan age is what 14? What is the entry age level to this festival 18 if I am not mistaken. So what I am saying is that usually the audience are not hard core, but just those who want a free night out? How will they react? Will they know the words? Will they pass out want Harry walks on stage?
Back to business. Jack Garrett, one man lots of gadgets and lots of energy. His set was a bit game of two halves for me. Some of the songs I loved, and some I kinda felt went no where? Loved his new one, first time ever played live. As a Sam Smith/Disclosure fan, I was not a fan of his Latch cover. Jack as great vocals but his songs are a bit hit or miss to me. I am sure by the end of December I will be his biggest fan! He has great energy and of course a great beard.
The Mumford bit. As this is a filmed live stream gig, I decided to ditch the camera. So no photos, anyway, the spot lighting in the flesh was pretty poor and my photos would have been rubbish! It was fun to see the camera men at work running along the front pit. When I have a window of opportunity I would love to watch the stream back again.
Anyway, the set list as you know was pretty much Wilder Mind. Which is a brave move, the crowd did seem to know the songs, opening with Snake Eyes, Believe and Wilder Mind. The bounce came into the crowd for I will wait and Lover of the light. I particularly liked Thistle last night.
The boys seemed in good spirits, with Ted pulling off some great facial expressions and sporting a pair of new trainers…. bring back the ankle boot Ted! Did the Live screen show that Ben was rocking the GOTR denim jacket, he worked it well. Clearly it fitted him better than it fits me! Never one to miss a few more merch sales!! Lol. I thought Marcus and Winnie looked well. Last Itunes festival they had just flown in from LA….. jetslagged.
The set list was swapped a little bit, dropping Broad-Shouldered for an AWESOME acoustic rendition of Cold Arms, I really wanted to film this, but with the chaps and live cameras only 2 feet away from me, I thought I might just spoil the awesomeness. The crowd remained quiet and we all loved it. It was very special.
Sweet Dreams went down a storm as well, very deservedly so. Ditmas, god I love this song. Marcus prowled the stage and was clearly wanting to go further, but reigned it in…. clearly it was a no go area as the shirt was buttons not poppers!!
It felt like a bit of a short gig, but I was pleased about this a Sunday night trains out of Waterloo are few and early between. Loved the gig, the crowd loved it too, for a “cold” audience they did well. I was traveling on the train home and heard a couple talking to a random stranger that they had just been to the Roundhouse, saw Mumford and Sons for the first time as competition winners and saying that they had a great time…. always pleasing to hear.
A great little warm up for November/DecemberOctober 1, 2015 at 6:46 pm #4442
Swaneeriver, thanks for sharing your daughters experience. She writes a great essay. Thank her too for sharing.
Benj – I think that was me admiring your tee shirt! Small world. Will say hello next time. Your experience sounds very stressful. The things we have to do to see Mumford live! But so worth it.October 5, 2015 at 9:11 pm #4451
Charlotte, it is a small world isn’t it! A great gig, bring on the UK tour.October 5, 2015 at 11:23 pm #4452
Walla Walla, WA, Gentlemen of The Road Festival.
We were on vacation (family vacation) in the beautiful state of Washington for 2 weeks (we are from the middle of Europe so it was a very big deal). Actually, we didn’t plan to go to the festival but we had an opportunity and, yeah, it’s not a thing you can miss.
The weekend was amazing. It was my first festival and it was really big. I had seen photos of other festival on the web before but when you are inside it’s unbelievable. It was like if the city was a part of the decor you know. Like if they brought the flags, the lights and the city. Everything was connected with the festival or with Mumford. It was impressive.
So, of course, Foo Fighters was amazing. The Vaccines, Dawes,… man, too much for my heart. Place, food, people; everything was perfect!
And finally, Mumford & Sons ! I could write a book about that gig.
How to say… I had the chance to be hit by the grace of Marcus Mumford. No, actually, the chance to be hit by his grace AND his guitar stand. I laugh now but at the time, I didn’t. I still don’t know what really happened. All I know is that it was the end of Ditmas. I was in the mood, someone yelled right in front, and I don’t know. It was too late for my little head.
So I can’t do a proper review, especially for the end of the gig (I was stuck, blood everywhere, and a huge headache) but the first part was really great. Snake Eyes, Wilder Mind, Tompkins (God, Tompkins was amazing); it’s so much better in live. And the old ones! The Cave and I Will Wait. Argh! The energy! And Ted! Ladies and gents; Ted is the cutest thing ever.
But anyway. It ended well for me. I say that because I read so many things on some blogs. And wow guys! Calm down! I’m not dead (I mean, not yet. With my luck, it could be soon :)). I just got three stitches, and now I have a small scar on the forehead. Even the hospital part was an epic aventure! And, at the end, it was a memorable vacation (even though I have no idea of what happened most of the time).
I’m just sad that I missed Hot Gates and the two acoustics at the end, and the big final too. Plus, I have a headache every time I hear Ditmas now (it was my favourite song of the album so it’s pretty bad). But for the rest, it was an amazing weekend :)
I don’t think I would go see them again to be honest. Although I’m still attached to them (I’m a big fan from the beginning), I think this experience is enough for me.
It was amazing to see them in live, in real. I will never forget this festival. And not only beacause of the scar but because we’ve met some great people there.
Walla Walla is now in my heart. And Marcus Mumford is on my forehead :)
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