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Hey there blogophericists.
I didn't blog yesterday because I was running around Soho looking at Controller Keyboards and bits and pieces.
Re: the gig on Wednesday Night.
The Starkweather show turned out to be a bit of a Damp Squib.
Although I did make the unintentionally hilarious move of going all the way to the Garage at Highbury/Islington when the ticket clearly said "Starkweather - Playing at The Underworld".
Jeez I'm scattered sometimes.
In any case, I get to the mostly empty Underworld at about 9 PM to see a Mediocre London Metalcore band called Raise the Dead or some such sleepwalking through their set, pausing only to pull that Castle Greyskull Guitar Move that I fucking hate to see back home.
Is there a manual for stupid stage moves? Maybe they just buy DVDs of american hardcore bands and say 'They look like the biggest bunch of wankers, let's copy them!'.
In any case, I was talking to one of them later, and he was a cheerful friendly bloke, so I almost feel guilty slagging their show.
By almost, I mean not at all.
The next band had a huge bass sound, courtesy of his Fender P Bass through a ProCo Rat into a Trace Elliot Rig. So huge it drowned out everything else except the vocals. I could see the guitarist doing something, I'm just buggered if I know what it sounded like. I was going to chat to the guitarist afterwards, but I didn't see any of the members of that band. I think they just hid backstage.
Soon Starkweather came out. Great musicians but somehow just lacked that Je Ne Sais Quois that outfits like Dillinger Escape Plan have. Occaisional flat vocals and no stage charisma didn't help either. Still, they gave it their all. And then they ended abruptly and walked off stage. At Half Ten.
Oh well.
I wandered through Camden, feeling a stupid craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Which would be stupid, since I had three pieces the night before. Nope, not doing that no...
While I was in the queue for two pieces, a slim chap with bleached hair slapped my shoulder. After a second I recognised him as Scholl, one of the few South Afrikans in London I actually like and my former housemate.
Scholl was killing time before starting his shift at MTV Europe, where he works as a security guard at the door.
I wound up chatting to him for about an hour before taking the tube home.
Yay.
Yesterday: As said, hunting around Soho looking at keyboards and software.
But I did stop in at the net cafe long enough to scan a sketch of a new logo for Strenght Through Joy that I have been working on. I just don't think the old one is Monolithic enough.
After I got home I fired up the laptop, pulled up Freehand and traced the scan while watching some crappy telemovie about a Policeman's Widon in Brooklyn or something.
It came out looking not half bad. I'm going to tweak it a bit tonight.
If I can figure out a way to get it onto here, I'll do that. (Shouldn't be too hard, just use some free hosting system or something then wang it into here. Piece of cake... if I can figure out the HMTL... Maybe Gus can help.)
Anyways, you will understand when you see it, but the question I will be asking myself will be: Legibility at Small Sizes vs Brutally Crushing Oppressiveness of the Shapes and Colours.
Anyways, I'm going to go take a bus up to Stratford to raid their library for books.
Last bit of news:
My copy of Angst by KMFDM arrived today.
Yay!
I'm one happy rivethead.
Over and out.
J
I didn't blog yesterday because I was running around Soho looking at Controller Keyboards and bits and pieces.
Re: the gig on Wednesday Night.
The Starkweather show turned out to be a bit of a Damp Squib.
Although I did make the unintentionally hilarious move of going all the way to the Garage at Highbury/Islington when the ticket clearly said "Starkweather - Playing at The Underworld".
Jeez I'm scattered sometimes.
In any case, I get to the mostly empty Underworld at about 9 PM to see a Mediocre London Metalcore band called Raise the Dead or some such sleepwalking through their set, pausing only to pull that Castle Greyskull Guitar Move that I fucking hate to see back home.
Is there a manual for stupid stage moves? Maybe they just buy DVDs of american hardcore bands and say 'They look like the biggest bunch of wankers, let's copy them!'.
In any case, I was talking to one of them later, and he was a cheerful friendly bloke, so I almost feel guilty slagging their show.
By almost, I mean not at all.
The next band had a huge bass sound, courtesy of his Fender P Bass through a ProCo Rat into a Trace Elliot Rig. So huge it drowned out everything else except the vocals. I could see the guitarist doing something, I'm just buggered if I know what it sounded like. I was going to chat to the guitarist afterwards, but I didn't see any of the members of that band. I think they just hid backstage.
Soon Starkweather came out. Great musicians but somehow just lacked that Je Ne Sais Quois that outfits like Dillinger Escape Plan have. Occaisional flat vocals and no stage charisma didn't help either. Still, they gave it their all. And then they ended abruptly and walked off stage. At Half Ten.
Oh well.
I wandered through Camden, feeling a stupid craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Which would be stupid, since I had three pieces the night before. Nope, not doing that no...
While I was in the queue for two pieces, a slim chap with bleached hair slapped my shoulder. After a second I recognised him as Scholl, one of the few South Afrikans in London I actually like and my former housemate.
Scholl was killing time before starting his shift at MTV Europe, where he works as a security guard at the door.
I wound up chatting to him for about an hour before taking the tube home.
Yay.
Yesterday: As said, hunting around Soho looking at keyboards and software.
But I did stop in at the net cafe long enough to scan a sketch of a new logo for Strenght Through Joy that I have been working on. I just don't think the old one is Monolithic enough.
After I got home I fired up the laptop, pulled up Freehand and traced the scan while watching some crappy telemovie about a Policeman's Widon in Brooklyn or something.
It came out looking not half bad. I'm going to tweak it a bit tonight.
If I can figure out a way to get it onto here, I'll do that. (Shouldn't be too hard, just use some free hosting system or something then wang it into here. Piece of cake... if I can figure out the HMTL... Maybe Gus can help.)
Anyways, you will understand when you see it, but the question I will be asking myself will be: Legibility at Small Sizes vs Brutally Crushing Oppressiveness of the Shapes and Colours.
Anyways, I'm going to go take a bus up to Stratford to raid their library for books.
Last bit of news:
My copy of Angst by KMFDM arrived today.
Yay!
I'm one happy rivethead.
Over and out.
J
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