At around 0:45 today I called Joe, the Fat Dog, a coward.
After a day of the standard 'The Great Escape', middle aged white men standing blank faced at people putting their work out, just asking for some emotional engagement of any-kind (Snayx sort of broke out of the mysterious borings for their last song). Fat Dog came to the beach to shake up some stones. See above picture for Proof.
Had a pretty heated conversation about art and Ai with some random guy at the Beach Stage, afraid of change.
Quite enjoyed taking photos on my brand spanking new Nokia 3310 yesterday across the beautiful streets of Brighton. But for a festival with a mantra somewhere along the lines of 'introducing new music', the crowd being of age to not be around for this new music being big seemed a little silly. I'm not saying old folk can't enjoy new music, just seemed like a series of bricks standing in the crowd, sipping their £6.20 beer. Also just seems like it's accepted that its a corporate festival now. Weird audience.
Also, I got a Fat Dog mask (as seen above) which is pretty cool probably. Been nice being home for a couple of days. Excited to get back to Canterbury though, to watch Eurovision. But mostly to play the new Zelda.
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