T in the Park 2009 - Sunday: Part I

It was a hard start to the day, as we arrived on site to devastating news. Hip-hop star, and all round gangster bad ass, The Game had dropped out of his afternoon performance on the Radio One/NME stage. It was a blow to the schedule, and we each had to take a moment to recover.

Once we did though, everything was fine. Except for the first signs of rain the entire weekend. I had to take the always stylish waterproof out my bag, and hope my decision to wear trainers wouldn't come back to haunt me.

They were fine for Squeeze opening the main stage with a set more recognisable that I had envisaged. The older clientèle bopped along to 'Up the Junction' and the rest, and though Jools Holland's unique brand of boogie woogie was missing, it was as suitably communal a main stage opener as possible on a bleak morning.

The sun stayed covered for Seasick Steve, also on the main stage, and also attracting the punters early on. His four-stringed cigar box showed his basic but brilliant roots, and the comments about his 'hobo' attire from the guys behind me were unanimously positive.

His style was even attractive enough to cause a clamour of attention when he asserted 'I need a woman.' One lucky female was picked to go on stage, and his serenading skills surely taught many a few tricks. Namely that big beards and near-broken guitars are the ways to woo a girl at T in the Park.

It was from missing strings to bleeding ears on the BBC Introducing Stage next as Kilsyth's Twilight Sad showed off why they should be higher on the bill than 2pm on the second smallest stage.

I'm still struggling to get my head around it, and I imagine so are the hundreds in attendance as fans were lured away from Daniel Merriweather amongst others to hear brilliantly chaotic, ecastic songs like 'Cold Days from the Birdhouse' and latest single 'I Became a Prostitute'. You'll soon to be able to see their stunning acoustic set for The Skinny on the website soon. It's tops, I promise.

With my blaring shoegaze side satisfied, I fancied some pop. It's the new thing at T in the Park this year, with previous performances from Lady Ga Ga, Katy Perry and Noisettes, but today it was a choice between Girls Aloud's younger competition – The Saturdays, and the woman with a fringe to batter doors down – VV Brown.

I went for the latter, with good hair always a preference to colour co-ordinated outfits and sensual thrusting.

VV seemed to forget what her charm was though, and the set started off loud and distorted, going all indie-rock when I was wanting the soul-pop of her record.

Her voice was drowned out for the most part too, even with a megaphone, and simple, clean pop singles became messy attempts to stand out.

By the end, things were returning to expectations, and the crowd were getting into the swing. But it was too late for VV to make pop cool. I'll forever wonder if The Saturday's did.