Sunday in London, after all this time. It's odd to think how familiar and easy it always feels, how much like home even 15 years later. I'm staying near London Fields in one of my best AIR BNBs yet, and would quite like another few days, but it's on to Birmingham on Wednesday.
Over the weekend I went to All Points East and saw and loved and danced to Cat Power, Warpaint, The War on Drugs, The National, Courtney Barnett, Patti Smith and Nick Cave. I've been to gigs by myself before, but this was my first festival. Though I only rolled in late afternoon both days to see the back-to-back favourites I'd booked for. The War on Drugs made my Saturday, I was absolutely loved how tight and atmospheric their set was, I was totally in their world. And on Sunday, my lord. Patti Smith has my heart. I was lifted away - she remains the most inspiring, humble, beautiful and powerful person I have ever been in the presence of (see here for more of my rambling about her). I sang along loudly and heartily, and danced my arse off.
And Nick, well, it's hard to put into words how that man enthrals a crowd and feels those songs. Not to mention Warren, who I may love more. But it was a spectacular set, and it felt so good (a few drinks in) to be taken away with the crowd, pushed and pulled by the music and the people. Walking home at midnight felt like walking on air.