And the beat goes on:
The Napalm Death show yesterday was an interesting ride.
After the post I went to Tescos and bought as much food as I could with £10.
The cash machine at Lloyds spat out my card... for some reason my Commonwealth Bank card doesn't let me withdraw cash on a Sunday... I seem to have enough money in there but I will be checking and rechecking the account online to make sure that there is nothing fishy going on... nothing more fishy than a computerised network which takes two days to transmit transactions across the world, that is.
Anyways, I carried the food (including two 2 litre cartons of Orange Juice, because it is still bloody hot!) back to the flat and hie'd back to the tube to ride to Mornington Crescent.
Notes from the Napalm Show:
Besides Napalm Death, who were arguably incredible, best band were Insomnium, a melodic Gothy-Death band from Finland. Stirling chaps, as well. The Title of Worst Band was fought for by at least three bands, but for my money 25 Ta Life, a hardcore band from New York, win my prize of being the most obnoxious and the most unrelentingly crap.
Also notable: I got to meet Barney Greenway (lead singer of Napalm Death), who is bigger than he looks in photos and also speaks more quietly than you would expect. He was nice enough to listen to me for a couple of minutes, even though I was part of what seemed to be a endless stream of well-wishers and photo takers. A genuinely good guy.
And: the cloak room girl was really cute. Slim with long hair and glasses. She was doing coursework for her Acting/Performing Arts course at the counter, and laughed when I told her that I once got rejected for a role as a Latino. (for anyone who hasn't seen me recently, I guess that I am looking pretty damn pale these days)
Anyways, her shift ended and she disappeared before I could chat her up some more. Nevermind, I might be back at the Koko some time else and talk to her then.
By the by, the venue for the show, The Koko (formerly the Camden Palace) was brilliant: it was fucking huge, something like six stories tall with layers and layers of galleries and theatre boxes. It was like an opera house or something, all painted blood red. It seemed like one of those venues that only exist in movies.
But back to the story: after something like six or seven mostly mediocre support bands, Napalm took to the stage and played for about an hour, give or take. And it was one of the heaviest things I have ever heard. Even though there was only one guitarist on stage, it was heavier than most two guitar bands I've seen. Seriously intense.
And then it was over. We all spilled out of the heavily airconditioned venue into the warm night air and down to the tube, in time to catch the last Northern line but not the last Central Line.
Woo. Night bus for me.
Not much to report about today, except that I read another two chapters of Harry Potter, and my phone, which I set to go off at 9 and lay beside be on the bed, has since disappeared. I'll get Masao to call it when he gets home.
Otherwise, over and out.
J
After the post I went to Tescos and bought as much food as I could with £10.
The cash machine at Lloyds spat out my card... for some reason my Commonwealth Bank card doesn't let me withdraw cash on a Sunday... I seem to have enough money in there but I will be checking and rechecking the account online to make sure that there is nothing fishy going on... nothing more fishy than a computerised network which takes two days to transmit transactions across the world, that is.
Anyways, I carried the food (including two 2 litre cartons of Orange Juice, because it is still bloody hot!) back to the flat and hie'd back to the tube to ride to Mornington Crescent.
Notes from the Napalm Show:
Besides Napalm Death, who were arguably incredible, best band were Insomnium, a melodic Gothy-Death band from Finland. Stirling chaps, as well. The Title of Worst Band was fought for by at least three bands, but for my money 25 Ta Life, a hardcore band from New York, win my prize of being the most obnoxious and the most unrelentingly crap.
Also notable: I got to meet Barney Greenway (lead singer of Napalm Death), who is bigger than he looks in photos and also speaks more quietly than you would expect. He was nice enough to listen to me for a couple of minutes, even though I was part of what seemed to be a endless stream of well-wishers and photo takers. A genuinely good guy.
And: the cloak room girl was really cute. Slim with long hair and glasses. She was doing coursework for her Acting/Performing Arts course at the counter, and laughed when I told her that I once got rejected for a role as a Latino. (for anyone who hasn't seen me recently, I guess that I am looking pretty damn pale these days)
Anyways, her shift ended and she disappeared before I could chat her up some more. Nevermind, I might be back at the Koko some time else and talk to her then.
By the by, the venue for the show, The Koko (formerly the Camden Palace) was brilliant: it was fucking huge, something like six stories tall with layers and layers of galleries and theatre boxes. It was like an opera house or something, all painted blood red. It seemed like one of those venues that only exist in movies.
But back to the story: after something like six or seven mostly mediocre support bands, Napalm took to the stage and played for about an hour, give or take. And it was one of the heaviest things I have ever heard. Even though there was only one guitarist on stage, it was heavier than most two guitar bands I've seen. Seriously intense.
And then it was over. We all spilled out of the heavily airconditioned venue into the warm night air and down to the tube, in time to catch the last Northern line but not the last Central Line.
Woo. Night bus for me.
Not much to report about today, except that I read another two chapters of Harry Potter, and my phone, which I set to go off at 9 and lay beside be on the bed, has since disappeared. I'll get Masao to call it when he gets home.
Otherwise, over and out.
J
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