ong before Shania Twain’s set on the Pyramid stage, there were signs of building anticipation in the double denim and cowboy hats – either brought from home or quickly acquired from the stalls so as to feel part of the fun. The whispers going around Worthy farm was that Twain would arrive on stage riding a horse.
The coterie departs from the stage, leaving Twain alone with her band, and they launch into That Don’t Impress Me Much, one of her two biggest songs, received with immediate recognition from the massive crowd.
The spritely fiddle gets toes tapping and Stetsons bobbing, and Twain seems thrilled by the reception, scampering round right to the edge of the stage to see the packed turnout more fully. “It’s such an honour to be invited,” she says, reiterating the gushing gratitude throughout her set .