The date is Sunday July 14th 2013, the time just after 9am and the location is Buchanan Bus Station. Even at this hour the appropriately named ‘Happy Bus’ passengers are well-oiled and filled with a great sense of occasion; multiple slurred bellows of “T in the PAAAAAARRRKK!” ring throughout both decks. No passenger is more intoxicated however, than my seat mate Davey whom I have never met before today. His chosen tipple is not the more conventional beer or even wine, Davey, rather bizarrely, has opted for a bottle of Apple Sourz for the journey. After politely declining the offer of a ‘tan’ we converse as best possible on general topics.

Noticing I am not as well equipped as Davey in the booze department, the couple sat behind offer a condoling can of Strongbow clearly recognising who drawn the short straw with their travel buddy, “Here pal, I think you might need this”.

I load up a photo on my phone a friend had uploaded the day before; his band were playing the festival and he had happened across the mighty Snoop Dogg backstage the day before and does exactly what one is supposed to do when meeting Snoop. I tilt the screen towards my friend to show the snap and explain the relatively simple back story. Davey, however, looks puzzled, “Snoop Dogg? Mate, never heard of him.”

On the face of it, Davey is what is wrong with T In The Park. No music fan of any stretch of the imagination wouldn’t recognise or even have at least heard of Snoop Dogg. The festival has gone to the dog(g)s with these ruffians crashing the party, out for a jolly. Not here for the same reasons, they tarnish the reputation of the festival to such an extent that it actually puts some off even going at all.

This is without any doubt, absolute nonsense.

At twenty years old, it has become a part of Scottish culture, most remember (or possibly don’t) their first TITP, it has become a rite of passage for teenagers. Perhaps the longevity is the very issue and the snobbery is a result of it being taken for granted and the holes are now poked as a result of this. Regardless, the success of the festival lies in the contributions and appreciation of music country-wide which was reflected clearly in 2014’s acts.

Although the line-up was not the strongest, many rose to the challenge of the somewhat homecoming festival. Calvin Harris, Biffy Clyro and Paolo Nutini drew predictably some of the biggest crowds as headliners, among others were Franz Ferdinand, Fatherson, The Twilight Sad, Twin Atlantic and Chvrches, who appeared to be striving to play every stage at least once at some point over the weekend!  And, that’s before we even talk about the quality showcased on the T-Break or BBC Introducing stages. It is no coincidence or fluke that all of which are on the touring/festival circuit this year promoting a record or otherwise. This isn’t The Proclaimers being trotted out as some subliminal pro-independence propaganda, these acts deserve to be there and have earned their slots. 

Nationally, the representation was equal offstage as it was on, there were unsurprisingly enough “Here we fucking go’s” to last until year. As well as the phenomenon of riff chanting which was at large and is not something ever practiced quite so well anywhere else, showcased never more so than during Franz Ferdinand’s “Take Me Out” or Human League’s “Don’t You Want Me Baby?”

Onwards and Westwards to Strathallan next year. I’ll be down the front with Davey.

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