Latitude Diary, Day 3

On Latitude Saturday (otherwise known as 19th July), Sigur Rós were the headlines. They were good, but I don't like them as much as I feel I ought too. There's something about that finely-crafted, Icelandic, plinky-plonky minimalism that makes me feel as though I've stepped into a mobile phone commercial. I guess I can only take minimalism in small doses.

It was just after the Sigur Rós set that we encountered the Parachute Man. We were sitting on the field when some guy tripped over my foot, flew through the air and landed on a patch of grass nearby, face first. He remained motionless for quite some time and I was torn between genuine concern for his well-being and genuine concern for mine. He was wearing a rucksack, which led my brother to blurt out the line: "Maybe his parachute didn't open."

Eventually, he got up and stumbled off. He seemed confused; I felt relieved.

Other stuff I saw (or partially saw) that day included:

11.00 Marcus Brigstock's Early Edition. Now Show regular Brigstock was on fine form. Like Newsnight's review of the papers, but with dick jokes.
15.00 Bill Bailey. A similar set to lat year's. Just as funny.
15.40 Captain. Breezy.
17.00 Jeremy Hardy. Reassuring.
18.15 Rich Hall. Genius. His Buckingham Palace anecdote and musings on the phrase "At the end of the day" made me laugh so hard I nearly burst my appendix.
19.30 Guillemots. I'm not convinced. Neither is Clare. We'll leave it at that.
20.45 Mars Volta. Fucking awesome. They rock.
(?) Club de Fromage DJs. More late-night cheese.
02.05 Buzzcocks. A highlight of the weekend.

Stuff I missed (or wish I'd seen more of) include:Kategoes, Kabeedies, Seasick Steve & Mark Thomas.

Maybe next year...

Latitude

It's early days yet, but the line-up for this year's Latitude Festival is already shaping up rather nicely.

As I've probably mentioned before, Latitude 2007 was one of my favourite festivals ever (and that includes Glastonbury '97). A great location, a brilliant atmosphere, a nice mix of people, a relatively intimate scale, a welcome lack of corporate presence and a veritable smorgasbord of odd, mad and interesting stuff all contributed to the mix, but I think it was the shonky handmade signs that really made the difference. It gave the weekend a nice, old-school homemade feel and I've always had a weakness for shonky handmade signs.

On the music front the main headliners this year will Franz Ferdinand, Sigur Rós and Interpol. I've got mixed feelings about this. Franz Ferdinand will be fun to see live, I like Sigur Rós a lot but I'm not sure of their big(ish)-ass festival headliner potential, and I haven't heard enough by Interpol to care one way or the other. None of them have the same must-go appeal as, say, Arcade Fire, who stole the show last year. Having said that, I enjoyed Latitude 2007 so much that I'd have probably still turned up this year if the headliners were Adamski, Bucks Fizz and The James Last Orchestra.

In any case, like any good festival it's not really about the headliners: there's lots of other good music lined up, too. Grinderman, The Breeders, Buzzcocks, Elbow and Seasick Steve are currently residing in the archive file-box marked Stuff I Like Lots, while Death Cab For Cutie, The Mars Volta, M.I.A. and Amadou et Mariam are in a neighbouring folder marked Stuff I'm Planning To Listen To Soon. There's a time-honoured migration path in my head in which the contents of the second folder often end up being shuffled into the Stuff I Like boxes. Sadly, I've had to put the process on hold as I'm currently experiencing an administrative backlog.

There's lots of other stuff going on at Latitude besides the music. Last year my brother and I accidentally disrupted a woodland performance of Shakespeare's The Tempest (as opposed to, say, Jacqueline Susann's The Tempest) when my brother loudly barked "Arsenal!" in the style of Eric Morcambe. You don't get stuff like that at a V festival.

The comedy at Latitude is top notch, too. Stand-up standouts last year include Bill Bailey, Dylan Moran and Jeremy Hardy (I missed Stewart Lee, Dammit!). Already, this year's comedy line-up is looking pret-ty, pret-ty good: Bill Bailey and Stewart Lee are back, along with Rich Hall (and Otis Lee Crenshaw...), Lucy Porter, Ross Noble, Omid Djalili, Dave Gorman and the mighty Mark Thomas. More significantly, though, Nicholas Parsons and his cohorts will be recording an edition of Just a Minute from the festival. As a lifelong Radio 4 junky I can think of no better hangover remedy.

Anyhow, if - like me - you're Uncut Magazine-reading Radio 4 listener who's into eclectic music, good comedy and inadvertent acts of theatre disruption, then I encourage - nay, urge you to get your arse to Henham Park in Suffolk between the 17th - 20th July.

I mentioned the shonky handmade signs, didn't I?