Whoo.
The heatwave is still in effect (two or three days of max temperatures of 30 degrees qualifying as a heatwave in England... in Brisbane it's called halfway through Autumn).
Still, since there aren't actually that many Mosquitoes in London I can leave my windows wide open and let night-time breezes in. I'm playing the numbers in assuming that none of the neighbourhood hooligans are mountaineers or circus-performers, of course.
The funny thing about this weather is that men are walking around with no shirts and women are wearing Bikini tops in the street. More like the Gold Coast than London, it seems.
My big thing for today is... I got my hair cut. It was getting pretty long and scruffy, and since I'm going to be introducing and re-introducing myself to agencies, I figured I needed to up the presentability.
Basically I decided on no Emo-Fringe Options this time (last time I got Claus to cut my hair and showed him a recent promo pic of Trent Reznor for a reference), opting instead for a short back and sides with the crown combed straight back.
It looks okay, even if my forehead does seem to be alarmingly tall, and getting taller.
Still, it will look the bomb if I ever go dancing at Lady Luck again. And I can probably spike it a bit if I feel like punking it up.
A friend just called me, telling me that he had a ticket to Blood-Duster this weekend, only he was going to some festival in France, and he wanted to know if I wanted it. Sounds good to me. I'll swing by after half five to his pub to get it off him.
Another thing I might do tonight: see the Grates, because word is that they are playing at the Artrocker Bar in Islington.
Rewind: yesterday, after fininshing writing stuff here I decided to go to Islington to see if there were any tix left for the Beecher show at the Garage. It turned out that the Beecher show is this time next month (June? July? who can read these crazy months anyway), but I figured I would have a wander around Islington anyway.
And I really liked it. Lots of cafes, lots of cool looking people and lots of really nice buildings. And a park on Highbury Place where people were chilling out. Lots of cool buildings, all very nice.
It reminded me of Brisbane... The part of Brisbane where all the buildings are over 200 years old and look cool and all the people are good looking and rich.
Okay, it didn't really remind me of Brisbane at all, apart from a vibe there that made me feel really comfortable. The kind of comfortable that most people would associate with chilling in one of the funkier parts of Brisbane.
Eventually I ran into this bloke Matt from a band called Susan Acid, whom I had considered joining on Keys before I decided that it wasn't the kind of band I wanted to join, I watched Susan Acid play a set and on the way back to the tube station I passed a bar called the Artrocker.
At the Artrocker Brian Jonestown Massacre were playing, I didn't read the supports because I figured I had missed them, so why bother.
I carried on to the Station, and while I was waiting for the Victoria Line train to arrive I got talking to a couple of Australians who had just been at the Artrocker, and they had just seen the Grates play.
The Grates? No way! I knew that they had played SXSW, but I didn't know that they were going as far as London. Damn, wish I'd seen them.
One of the Australians (a Sydneysider named Bob) told me that they were playing the next night too, so I could catch them then.
Then we had a cool discussion about life in London for expatriate Australian music-loving ne'er-do-wells who should have finished their degrees etc.
He was heading to Bow, I was heading to Leytonstone, so I switched at Mile End. Central Line took me home and I opened all my windows and fell asleep.
Jeez this is turning into a long post.
Anyways, I'm going to head up to Stratford right after this post to return/renew some library books.
I'm finished with the Graphic Design Books I borrowed out (which incidently were really good: the something or other Dictionary of Graphic Design and Graphic Designers I would recommend to anyone).
But I'm still reading Spring Snow by Yukio Mishima. It is actually pretty good. Mishima has a really poetic way of writing, and he does seem to be pretty aware that the protagonist of the novel, Kiyoaki, is a total indecisive Emo Wuss and really should grow some goolies.
Still, I'm only about a third of the way through, since it is a little too easy to watch bad English TV rather than read an obscure Japanese novel.
Since English TV is especially bad of late (must be Summer TV or something) Spring Snow is gaining traction. But I will still probably need ever day of the next three weeks to finish it.
Since I'm sure that I've probably made some serious typing errors (I've caught a couple, but there are always some that you miss), I'm going to sign off here.
But tune in tomorrow for more shenanigans and silliness.
Rock and Roll.
J
Still, since there aren't actually that many Mosquitoes in London I can leave my windows wide open and let night-time breezes in. I'm playing the numbers in assuming that none of the neighbourhood hooligans are mountaineers or circus-performers, of course.
The funny thing about this weather is that men are walking around with no shirts and women are wearing Bikini tops in the street. More like the Gold Coast than London, it seems.
My big thing for today is... I got my hair cut. It was getting pretty long and scruffy, and since I'm going to be introducing and re-introducing myself to agencies, I figured I needed to up the presentability.
Basically I decided on no Emo-Fringe Options this time (last time I got Claus to cut my hair and showed him a recent promo pic of Trent Reznor for a reference), opting instead for a short back and sides with the crown combed straight back.
It looks okay, even if my forehead does seem to be alarmingly tall, and getting taller.
Still, it will look the bomb if I ever go dancing at Lady Luck again. And I can probably spike it a bit if I feel like punking it up.
A friend just called me, telling me that he had a ticket to Blood-Duster this weekend, only he was going to some festival in France, and he wanted to know if I wanted it. Sounds good to me. I'll swing by after half five to his pub to get it off him.
Another thing I might do tonight: see the Grates, because word is that they are playing at the Artrocker Bar in Islington.
Rewind: yesterday, after fininshing writing stuff here I decided to go to Islington to see if there were any tix left for the Beecher show at the Garage. It turned out that the Beecher show is this time next month (June? July? who can read these crazy months anyway), but I figured I would have a wander around Islington anyway.
And I really liked it. Lots of cafes, lots of cool looking people and lots of really nice buildings. And a park on Highbury Place where people were chilling out. Lots of cool buildings, all very nice.
It reminded me of Brisbane... The part of Brisbane where all the buildings are over 200 years old and look cool and all the people are good looking and rich.
Okay, it didn't really remind me of Brisbane at all, apart from a vibe there that made me feel really comfortable. The kind of comfortable that most people would associate with chilling in one of the funkier parts of Brisbane.
Eventually I ran into this bloke Matt from a band called Susan Acid, whom I had considered joining on Keys before I decided that it wasn't the kind of band I wanted to join, I watched Susan Acid play a set and on the way back to the tube station I passed a bar called the Artrocker.
At the Artrocker Brian Jonestown Massacre were playing, I didn't read the supports because I figured I had missed them, so why bother.
I carried on to the Station, and while I was waiting for the Victoria Line train to arrive I got talking to a couple of Australians who had just been at the Artrocker, and they had just seen the Grates play.
The Grates? No way! I knew that they had played SXSW, but I didn't know that they were going as far as London. Damn, wish I'd seen them.
One of the Australians (a Sydneysider named Bob) told me that they were playing the next night too, so I could catch them then.
Then we had a cool discussion about life in London for expatriate Australian music-loving ne'er-do-wells who should have finished their degrees etc.
He was heading to Bow, I was heading to Leytonstone, so I switched at Mile End. Central Line took me home and I opened all my windows and fell asleep.
Jeez this is turning into a long post.
Anyways, I'm going to head up to Stratford right after this post to return/renew some library books.
I'm finished with the Graphic Design Books I borrowed out (which incidently were really good: the something or other Dictionary of Graphic Design and Graphic Designers I would recommend to anyone).
But I'm still reading Spring Snow by Yukio Mishima. It is actually pretty good. Mishima has a really poetic way of writing, and he does seem to be pretty aware that the protagonist of the novel, Kiyoaki, is a total indecisive Emo Wuss and really should grow some goolies.
Still, I'm only about a third of the way through, since it is a little too easy to watch bad English TV rather than read an obscure Japanese novel.
Since English TV is especially bad of late (must be Summer TV or something) Spring Snow is gaining traction. But I will still probably need ever day of the next three weeks to finish it.
Since I'm sure that I've probably made some serious typing errors (I've caught a couple, but there are always some that you miss), I'm going to sign off here.
But tune in tomorrow for more shenanigans and silliness.
Rock and Roll.
J
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