Picture this: The Pyramid Stage. A sea of 100,000 muddy wellies. Rod, looking like he stole a jacket from a magician and his trousers from a 1970s footballer, is mid-way through “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?”. Then he stops. Dead.
He leans into the microphone, a big grin on his face, and says something along the lines of: “I’ve just been told the toilets are blocked again. Does anyone have a plunger?” The crowd lost it. Not a polite titter, but a full-on, belly-laugh, genuine roar.
It was the most relatable thing any 80-year-old rock star has ever done. It’s like when your oven breaks during a Sunday roast and you ask the guests if anyone knows an electrician. Total, unfiltered everyday life.
The “Dad Energy” Was Off the Charts
Rod Stewart has always had that dad energy, but at Glastonbury it was dialled up to eleven. He wasn’t trying to be cool. He was just being the bloke who still thinks his hair looks good in a convertible (and let’s face it, it does).
He told a story about forgetting his wife’s anniversary. Right there, on stage. He said he bought her a new handbag, but she wanted a new lawnmower instead. The audience of 20-somethings in glitter and 50-somethings in raincoats all nodded. We’ve all been there, Rod. We’ve all been there.
Glastonbury fans say same thing about Sir Rod Stewart during Legends
He also complained about the mud. Not in a rockstar “woe is me” way, but in a “my suede shoes are ruined” way. It was the most British complaint since someone tutted at a queue-jumper.
