3 friends of mine were at the 1st Pilton Festival Graham, Pete and Glynis (Pete's girlfriend at the time and 10 years later (after they split amicably my 1st 'long time girlfriend')
I went in 87, tickets were £21 and it was a 'mudbath'. Highlight for me was 'The Robert Cray Band' who played at 8/8.30 pm friday on the main stage, it had been raining most of the day but went to just drizzling at tea time then stopped at around 7pm.
When Robert and the band came on it wasn't like they started with a big " Hello we're the Robert Cray Band" but rather they started out with a 'blues shuffle' with them around the drumkit/keyboard as a kind of 'warmup' for 5-10 minutes just to get them in the groove then as Robert went to the mic at the front the clouds parted and a shaft of late evening sunlight hit him. Now Robert Cray is a big fella and wearing a 'sky blue' suit with a black 'Strat' in his hands that looked about the size of an Ukelele he just said "Hello" as the band went into their 1st number with the light on him like the Gods had turned on a spotlight.
Blown Away doesn't even come close to how I felt, OK I might have been 'half pissed' and smoked a bit of hashish but standing just in front of the sound-desk tent/gazebo in the middle of the slope it was incredible.
Yep Richard Thomsom was good likewise Van Morrisson but others were shite (the Communards) and Billy Bragg seemed to wander onto the stages whenever there was a delay/hold-up and do a couple of songs (just walk on, plug a lead into his Telecaster and go)