Showing posts with label Marcus Brigstocke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marcus Brigstocke. Show all posts

Friday 21 August 2015

Latitude 2015 - Saturday Blues

Dear Sheddists,

Saturday and dawn breaks on another pleasingly warmed morning. Already there are snaking queues leading ramshackle into the Shower Tents. A desultory trickle is the best that can be managed and it's back to Veronica the Van with a free copy of 'The Independent' tucked purposefully beneath my arm.

It's another leisurely start. Stoked once more with sundry breakfast detritus from the 24/7 servery we pass through the psychedelic Check-Point Charley entry-point to the festival fields.  We're off to the Film Tent for a fascinating piece called, 'Station to Station' by Doug Aitken. It features over sixty one minute short musical performances and interviews shot during a train journey from New York to San Francisco.  Well worth a look if it comes near you.

From there it's back to the music and...

Badly Drawn Boy - with a lack-lustre and somewhat surly performance of his meister-work, 'The Hour of the Bewilderbeast' over at the Obelisk ArenaFrankly five minutes was more than sufficient, thank you.

Sun Kil Moon -  a short trip across the BBC 6 Radio Tent sees Mark Kozelek in surprisingly spritely form. The ex Red House Painter even takes off his denim jacket toward the end of the set to do battle with one of the three drum kits on stage. 

Jose Gonzalez - back to the Obelisk Arena for a fine performance by Mr Gonzalez and his impressively fluid backing band. We saw him play at Warwick Arts Centre earlier in the year when he was just as impressive.  Swedish bossa-nova, ambient just doesn't come finer than this!

Flagging a little we head back to the Comedy Tent to see Marcus Brigstocke.  We saw him perform on Friday as part of an improv ensemble and today he's even better when he flies solo. The vicissitudes of divorce and fresh love provide the soundtrack to his insightful comic observations.

And at this point as weariness overwhelms us we decide to turn in for an early night, the starkly scratched sounds of Portishead accompanying our return journey to Veronica the Van.