“It’s the thing I’m thinking about all the time – I’ve got quite a bad thing about anticipation. “I just start feeling mental,” he says, seemingly the clearest way he can describe it. How did the panic attack manifest itself? He explains that, headlining the Waitrose-in-the-woods festival in Suffolk in mid-July, he was singing Maybe (a middling album track with just the 64 million Spotify streams), which comes halfway through he and his four-piece band’s set. “I had a panic attack on stage at Latitude,” the 25-year-old tells me when we speak in Budapest, a few hours before showtime at Sziget. When one health condition caused another, his team feared the worst, and Capaldi had to acknowledge that his own behaviour hadn’t helped. In between those two festival appearances in Lewis Capaldi’s Comeback Summer, though, came another main stage moment when even The Laughing Balladeer was beyond shits and giggles. You wouldn’t even get it from Slipknot.īut Capaldi’s diarrhoea? Everyone laps it up. It’s hard to imagine patter even vaguely approaching this from fellow festival big-hitters like Dua Lipa (on in Budapest the night before), Calvin Harris (straight after) or Arctic Monkeys (two nights hence). Like Capaldi, I speak fluent Scottish Lad, and I can barely keep up.Įven for an audience comprised of a large number of backpacking, holidaying, and stag- and hen-partying Brits, this was surely a bit baffling. “And the front end was no prettier.” I watch from the crowd as an artist with over 25 billion streams – from, again, one album – cheerfully prattles on about troubles with his rear-end, and with his genitals, for several minutes. “My arse was just caked in shit,” the thickly-accented Capaldi says of his pre-show challenges to some 30,000 people gathered in front of the main stage at Sziget Festival in Budapest, Hungary.
With Divinely Uninspired to a Hellish Extent, he had the biggest-selling album in the UK in 20, and in America, five Billboard Top 10 singles from that debut, including transatlantic #1 in Someone You Loved. And another explanation for why the Scotsman might not be wholly on top of his game. Then, as the laughter ricocheted round Glasgow Green, it was straight into another soulfully sung weepie about a messed-up love-life to which everyone – everyone – sang along.įive weekends later, another festival, another onstage routine.
For the children in the audience who don’t know what masturbation is, it’s like eating loads of sweeties and you’re like… ooft.” “I was supposed to have loads of new material for you, but I am a lazy cunt,” the festival headliner said breezily to his hometown crowd. On stage at TRNSMT in Glasgow earlier this summer, Lewis Capaldi told it to his audience straight: his second album still wasn’t out because he’d been otherwise engaged during the pandemic.
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