Apparently, getting a few thousand people to stand and listen to some insanely good live music without also chatting to their mates at the same time is a nigh-impossible pipe dream. But if anyone’s going to do it, James Blake will.
Space makes me feel a bit weird. It’s not space’s fault, it can’t help being a vast expansive uncharted mass of darkness that makes everyone who looks at it and thinks too hard do a mind-shrivel into a never-ending hole of circular questioning and self-doubt, and it can’t help being an omni-present reminder of our relative insignificance […]
I went to Secret Cinema and marvelled at the magnificent Back to the Future world they’d created. Sod the set. I’m on about the lack of PHONES.