Well, well, unwell. We returned from Meadowlands four days ago...not that it feels that way for me. I've only just been able to crawl out of my quilt after a nasty bout of I-dunno-wot-itis. The time? It was good.
Tim Key's performance in the spoken word tent was a particular highlight for me. Portico Quartet, of whom I have been a fan since catching them on some long forgotten late-night jazz-o-lantern TV trauma many years ago, were also a keen contender for my 'Where did I put my mind?' award.
It's difficult to describe how good so many of the acts were, so I won't. Except the guy who put the firework up his bum. He's worth a mention. Yeah. Alas: no photo.
We believe our set went well! The crew were great- it's been a while since we had such a relaxed gig. We did a little interview for latest.co.uk, spent some quality time with The Management and co., and saw fellow Brightonians Nordic Giants put on an awesome performance (perhaps the best I've seen them) despite intense sleep deprivation after their single launch only a couple of days before.
All in all: good festival, good time.
Pleasantness abounds.
Except for Jeb. The 360 visuals are due and he spent last weekend slacking off in some field or other.
Tim
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