This will probably be my last post as my phone is out of juice, I’m currently hogging a spare laptop in the press tent and I will be in no condition to walk back up here and type anything coherently after I polish off a bottle of red for Grinderman and Interpol and engage in nocturnal activity our esteemed senior editors would otherwise be encouraging had they been here.
So Latitude 2008 is in its final hours musicwise. I’ve still got Midnight Juggernauts‘ synth heavy melodies pouring out of my ears, though its being disrupted by The Breeders, who I can hear.
All in all this is the environment I had hoped to find myself in. My last major festivals were Gatecrasher, Benicassim and Glastonbury and I needed something different, which I’ve found: setting, size, atmosphere, audience, the music, the poetry, the human zombies being chased by torch wielding staff, the cabaret raves… it goes on.
Over to Tim…
Shit, just realised I have to meet him in seven minutes – until next time folks!
J x
