Dylan fever continues apace here, as you may have seen with our pretty extensive series of transcripts from our current cover story. Now "Tell Tale Signs" is out, though, I wonder if the outrage over the 3CD price that came pouring out over here is still coming? If you've bought the box this week, was the third CD and the book of completely unrelated sleeve art worth that extra £80 or so?
Maybe it’s all the Lindsey Buckingham and Fleetwood Mac in the office these past few weeks, but there’s a lot of “Tusk” in the air at Club Uncut tonight. The gated tribal rumbles, the lush, clenched-teeth harmonies, the general air of progressive pop.
It is so quiet in the big field by Latitude’s main stage that you can hear the flags that surround the arena fluttering in the breeze. This is Joanna Newsom’s first solo show in an age, she’s palpably, gigglingly nervous, and she’s playing a bunch of new songs. Pretty brave.
A first trip round the site this morning. There's a huge queue waiting to see Hanif Kureishi. Someone is performing a play under a tree to a audience of four sleeping men. And, apparently, one of the most powerful men in Britain is here at Latitude.
From a British music biz perspective, it’s hard to imagine anything else going on this week beyond the small matter of that Coldplay record. This morning, though, a sobering corrective arrived in my inbox. In America, the email announced, “Lil Wayne has broken Mariah Carey’s record for the highest opening album sales of the year. He has sold in one day what Mariah sold in her entire week.” That’s 420,000 sales, incidentally; something for Chris Martin, Guy Hands and their competitive chums to aim for, I guess.
