The festival in a village
I can't remember a time when a musical event has been so eagerly anticipated.
Music festivals nowadays are ten-a-penny, covering every genre, catering for every age group and increasingly every opportunity for bluechip brands to market their services and products to mass groups of (un)willing punters trapped within the confines of perimeter fences.
This month a new kid is on the block, and one seldon seen kid since the heady years of early Glasto (which I don't remember) and the first Bestival (which I do remember - sort of).
Festival No6 will open its gates in a fortnight's time to just over 7,000 revellers who have chosen to end the summer with a last blast in one of the UK's finest and most awe-inspiring locations; the wondrous Portmeirion in the shadows of the Snowdonia National Park in Wales.
The Grade II listed 'village' originally designed and built by Sir Bertram Clough Williams-Ellis, is a mini Mediterranean-inspired village and holiday/geek destination, built around a large estuary on the river Dee. It features facades of buildings, porticoes, sculptures and other remnants of grand architecture salvaged by Williams-Ellis over many decades, to construct his perfect oasis within his beloved North Wales. The village was originally a destination for wealthy London types and peers of the realm, somewhere to recoup their energy and drink port, go for long walks in the surrounding woodlands and write their latest magnum opus.
That all changed in 1967, when actor and director supreme, Patrick McGoohan decided he wanted to film his conspiratorial spy series and follow-up to Danger Man, 'The Prisoner', in the village. McGoohan's series is mind-boggling and way ahead of its time, and if you haven't seen it here's a whole first episode to watch. The premise is very 60s. McGoohan plays a spy in the employ of the British secret service and after tendering his resignation is followed home by a strange man in a herse. After being gassed at home he wakes up to find himself in a dystopian prison, perversely made to look exactly like his own house, but when he opens to the window blind he is surprised to see that instead of his usual London street, he's in a strange looking village. He then spends the next 16 episodes trying to escape, figure out who are the prisoners and who are the warders, plus trying to stop the village's administration from extracting what ever information he possesses... by any means. I'm a Prisoner geek and have loved it for years, so I advise you to watch all 17 episodes and build up to the madness of the last episode, and if you can, please watch at least one before coming to the festival.
Since the show was televised, people have travelled far and wide to visit Portmeirion to trace the lineage of The Prisoner, experience the magic of the show and to secretly or in groups act out scenes which geeks of the show have admired and fawned about since their first experience of watching the show. Holiday makers will come to relax, soak in the beautiful scenery, eat in the lovely restaurants on site and use it as a base for visits around one of the UK's most unspoilt and beautiful areas. Can you tell yet it's one of my favourite places.
But now the wonderful organisers of Festival No6 have done what most, including me, have thought impossible. They have developed a festival programme which looks on paper to be one of the finest festivals staged for years. Fantastic and not so mainstream Bands, DJs, comedians, films, food, drink, pop up, pop down, art, theatre, shopping - the whole proposition is mouth-watering stuff and I for one can't wait to roll in, pitch up and get partying in one of my favourite places on the planet. Each day the line up is burgeoning. Recent additions include elbow's Guy Garvey and The Charlatans' very own Tim Burgess, sporting a rather spectacular new barnet reminiscent of an Olympic track cycling helmet.
Festival organisers promise locally sourced food, drinks (welsh beer is quite nice) and cheaper tickets for locals, which is all a great idea and the antithesis of all things that have gone wrong with the concept of the contemporary festival.
If you are coming along, I hope to bump into you at some point. I also hope that festival goers respect the place, its significance, history and the pain-staking way in which it was built and continues to be maintained. It would be awesome if this festival happened again in the future so that those who aren't lucky enough to take part in the first-ever event could experience partying in one of the best places on earth.
If you haven't booked your tickets, do it soon or i'm afraid you'll miss out on a once in a lifetime experience.