Crazy Night:
I just had a crazy night.
Basically, after finishing where I left off, I took the tube home, dumped my stuff and had a bite to eat as planned.
Then I jumped one the next tube to Camden, hoping against hope that I hadn't missed the Grates (it was about 11 or something when I got to Koko).
I paid to get in and tried to find someone friendly to tell me what bands had been on. The bands on stage I didn't much rate, the music was very early 90s Madchester Style (I vital clue I should have picked up on) and all in all it was one of those weird vibes where it reminded me of Churchie Dances in High School: people having fun, music playing, me on the periphery trying to find a friendly face.
Some point after midnight, as a shithouse Happy Mondays tribute band with way too much treble shook their fat and grey asses on stage, I finally asked the cloakroom girl for a rundown of the lineup, and it turned out to be some kind of Madchester Theme Night.
I resigned myself to the fact that I had paid to get into the completely wrong gig.
Skip forward to today and I have just checked the Grates site and discovered that the London Shows I read about were : Friday 19th at the Barfly and 20th at The Scala.
Not the Koko.
Boy do I feel stupid. (I really should write these things down) Nevermind, I'll get them next time.
(If I really want to review an Australian Band Youth Group are playing in London on the 30th of this month. But Starkweather (aka Liam the bassist from Dillinger Escape Plan's other band) is playing on the same night, and besides, I think of a Youth Group gig, I think 'Nuke 'Em From Space, only way to be sure'. And this was before I found out they are now carrying the sorry carcass of one of the ex-members of the Vines.
Anyways, Mission A being a bust I took to kicking around Camden looking for fun. Not easy, all the pubs were about to close, most of the clubs had one or two hours left and were still charging full price at the door (having paid to get into a club that sucked, I wasn't going to make that same mistake twice) and the homeless were out in force.
Interesting things: at a bus stop the poster space was equipped with an LCD screen playing trailers for Herbie - Fully Loaded. This city actually gets more cyberpunk every time I look. There are already LCD screans in place of the posters at Tottenham Court Road. If that is here, they must have mad shit in Japan.
From Camden I took the bus to Trafalgar Square, where I re-found the Walkers In Westminster Bar (closed, of course) and bought some grapes from a convenience store. I ate the grapes in Trafalgar Square, but I had no clean water to wash them with, so I probably ingested a pile of Pesticide, Herbicide, Depleted Uranium and whatever else the Grapes brought with them to England.
Walked to Leicester Square, Down to Tottenham Court Road and debated whether to get a Sub or just jump on the Bus.
I jumped on the bus.
Here's where the night gets interesting:
On the bus the only place to sit was top level, right up the back. There I got talking to a couple of French kids who were going to a Party in Ilford, and they aked me if I wanted to come along.
Since I'm always trying to meet new people in London, I decided to swallow my reservations about hitting a party with people I didn't know in the middle of Essex when I should be in bed sleeping and go to it.
We changed at Stratford and got to Ilford Town Centre, walking up their mall till we found this abandonned club where an Italian bloke introduced himself as Salvatore told us to pay £5 to get in. £3.50 if we didn't have £5.
I had a wad of cash, but I counted out £3.50 in change and handed it over.
Up some rusty stairs and into an abandonned night club booming with Hard Trance and dancing Europeans.
Dadmn it was good. I stayed there til about 9 in the morning.
I wish I could write in detail about it, but I have roughly two minutes until this shop closes, so I have to make this quick.
Basicly it was a Squat Party, using the Bar, Dancefloor and Stage that was already there. They had brought in their own sound system and a few UV Lights and people were going off, going crazy.
For once I was at a dance event where it wasn't about somebody's fresh tracksuit. I danced like a lunatic and had a great time.
Of course, this being London there were people in corners snorting lines of whatever surface they could make, but that is to be expected.
I talked to some interesting people, I lost the Frenchies for like 6 hours, I heard some Crazy Trance and I had a great time.
At about 8:30 or 9:00 I decided it was time to go home. On my way out I passed two Metropolitan Police Officers walking in, trying to ignore the hippy s squatter running static next to them. I guess they were there to break it up.
Outside proper and down the street was a police car and a huge police van. This didn't look good. I guess I was helped by the fact that wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, I looked nothing like a Trancey Squatter, or maybe they just weren't arresting people yet.
In any case, they blocked the road back to the Redbridge Tube Station, so I walked (not ran, walked) the other direction.
Straight past the Ilford Police Station.
D'oh!
Nevermind, they ignored me as well.
Eventually I found the Gants Hill Station and made it home by 11 AM.
I took a nap until 6 and came down here.
My First Squatter Party! Yay!
Anyways, I'm about to get turfed.
Over and Out.
J
Basically, after finishing where I left off, I took the tube home, dumped my stuff and had a bite to eat as planned.
Then I jumped one the next tube to Camden, hoping against hope that I hadn't missed the Grates (it was about 11 or something when I got to Koko).
I paid to get in and tried to find someone friendly to tell me what bands had been on. The bands on stage I didn't much rate, the music was very early 90s Madchester Style (I vital clue I should have picked up on) and all in all it was one of those weird vibes where it reminded me of Churchie Dances in High School: people having fun, music playing, me on the periphery trying to find a friendly face.
Some point after midnight, as a shithouse Happy Mondays tribute band with way too much treble shook their fat and grey asses on stage, I finally asked the cloakroom girl for a rundown of the lineup, and it turned out to be some kind of Madchester Theme Night.
I resigned myself to the fact that I had paid to get into the completely wrong gig.
Skip forward to today and I have just checked the Grates site and discovered that the London Shows I read about were : Friday 19th at the Barfly and 20th at The Scala.
Not the Koko.
Boy do I feel stupid. (I really should write these things down) Nevermind, I'll get them next time.
(If I really want to review an Australian Band Youth Group are playing in London on the 30th of this month. But Starkweather (aka Liam the bassist from Dillinger Escape Plan's other band) is playing on the same night, and besides, I think of a Youth Group gig, I think 'Nuke 'Em From Space, only way to be sure'. And this was before I found out they are now carrying the sorry carcass of one of the ex-members of the Vines.
Anyways, Mission A being a bust I took to kicking around Camden looking for fun. Not easy, all the pubs were about to close, most of the clubs had one or two hours left and were still charging full price at the door (having paid to get into a club that sucked, I wasn't going to make that same mistake twice) and the homeless were out in force.
Interesting things: at a bus stop the poster space was equipped with an LCD screen playing trailers for Herbie - Fully Loaded. This city actually gets more cyberpunk every time I look. There are already LCD screans in place of the posters at Tottenham Court Road. If that is here, they must have mad shit in Japan.
From Camden I took the bus to Trafalgar Square, where I re-found the Walkers In Westminster Bar (closed, of course) and bought some grapes from a convenience store. I ate the grapes in Trafalgar Square, but I had no clean water to wash them with, so I probably ingested a pile of Pesticide, Herbicide, Depleted Uranium and whatever else the Grapes brought with them to England.
Walked to Leicester Square, Down to Tottenham Court Road and debated whether to get a Sub or just jump on the Bus.
I jumped on the bus.
Here's where the night gets interesting:
On the bus the only place to sit was top level, right up the back. There I got talking to a couple of French kids who were going to a Party in Ilford, and they aked me if I wanted to come along.
Since I'm always trying to meet new people in London, I decided to swallow my reservations about hitting a party with people I didn't know in the middle of Essex when I should be in bed sleeping and go to it.
We changed at Stratford and got to Ilford Town Centre, walking up their mall till we found this abandonned club where an Italian bloke introduced himself as Salvatore told us to pay £5 to get in. £3.50 if we didn't have £5.
I had a wad of cash, but I counted out £3.50 in change and handed it over.
Up some rusty stairs and into an abandonned night club booming with Hard Trance and dancing Europeans.
Dadmn it was good. I stayed there til about 9 in the morning.
I wish I could write in detail about it, but I have roughly two minutes until this shop closes, so I have to make this quick.
Basicly it was a Squat Party, using the Bar, Dancefloor and Stage that was already there. They had brought in their own sound system and a few UV Lights and people were going off, going crazy.
For once I was at a dance event where it wasn't about somebody's fresh tracksuit. I danced like a lunatic and had a great time.
Of course, this being London there were people in corners snorting lines of whatever surface they could make, but that is to be expected.
I talked to some interesting people, I lost the Frenchies for like 6 hours, I heard some Crazy Trance and I had a great time.
At about 8:30 or 9:00 I decided it was time to go home. On my way out I passed two Metropolitan Police Officers walking in, trying to ignore the hippy s squatter running static next to them. I guess they were there to break it up.
Outside proper and down the street was a police car and a huge police van. This didn't look good. I guess I was helped by the fact that wearing a leather jacket and black jeans, I looked nothing like a Trancey Squatter, or maybe they just weren't arresting people yet.
In any case, they blocked the road back to the Redbridge Tube Station, so I walked (not ran, walked) the other direction.
Straight past the Ilford Police Station.
D'oh!
Nevermind, they ignored me as well.
Eventually I found the Gants Hill Station and made it home by 11 AM.
I took a nap until 6 and came down here.
My First Squatter Party! Yay!
Anyways, I'm about to get turfed.
Over and Out.
J
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