Glastonbury is a weekend of highs and high emotions and the Sunday afternoon Legend slot is the biggest nostalgia rush of them all: a great icon transports you through time and forces you into your feelings. Last year at Cat Stevens , I wept watching a family clutch each other close during “Father and Son”; the year before that Diana Ross’s set spanned hit after hit of Motown and disco; the festival before that Kylie Minogue threw the biggest party of the weekend. When Shania Twain skipped onto to the stage to “That Don’t Impress Me Much” – not on a horse, despite her now infamous request, but with just as much flamboyance in a rhinestone cowboy hat and a pink ruffled sleeveless coat – it was 1997 again, when that stratospheric country-pop single made superstars of her and her leopard print suit, paved the way for crossover artists like Taylor Swift , and Come On Over became the bestselling album from a female artist of all time.
“The one that changed my life...
when I was hoping for the best.” Judging by the size of the cowboy-hatted crowd singing their hearts out at the Pyramid Stage, everyone here had a copy. Twain’s music has been ubiquitous for nearly 30 years.
Who has not done karaoke to “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” or sobbed to “Still the One”? At 58, Twain embraces her oldest and best work (released between 1995 and 2002) and often styles her live shows as a camp cabaret. I had expected her to assume the role of grand diva at Glastonbury, i.
