And the beat goes on...
After posting last night I got a message from my compatriot Paul, who plays in VanLustbader, the band that relocated to South London from Brisbane a few months after I arrived.
VL were playing a club on Oxford Street and my name was on the door.
I hummed and harred about it, since I was supposed to be focusing purely on recovery, but I decided to go see them, since I seemed to have missed every other show that they have played around London.
Their set was pretty good. More rock than I expected (they were much more Manchesterish back in Australia), and their singer managed to cut his hand and bleed all over his Gretch White Falcon.
Got a call from Mum almost immediately afterwards. That was nice.
I got home and ironed two shirts before hunkering down to watch some TV before bed.
I wound up watching this bizarre Cronenberg (is there any other kind) movie called 'Dead Ringers' with Jeremy Irons, about identical twin Oby/Gyn Doctors and their spiral into madness and drug addiction. Completely deranged.
Kind of made me glad that my father and his brother went into Anaesthesia.
Seven in the morning I had to let Masao in, since he had already handed in his key.
I wonder if that is the last I'll ever see of him.
Later I got up properly, finished ironing the work clothes from the previous week, finished eating the steak I fried up the night before and pondered my next move.
Which was to go to Stratford and buy a Kerrang and 2000AD, like I always do on Wednesdays.
I had a hankering to go to the Virgin Megastore, as well as check out the Borders on Oxford Street and Charing Cross Road to try to find a hard-to-locate magazine.
No luck at either one, but I think I am actually right for reading material right now.
I did buy a Venetian Snares cd at Virgin, though.
Canadian Drill n Bass. Should be cool.
I went to an Amon Tobin show about six months ago. Amon Tobin being the Brazilian Epic Drill n Bass producer who relocated to England before relocating to Canada.
The show he did was a showcase of the work he had done on the soundtrack for the game Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory.
And it was brilliant.
Green Lasers every which way.
The people next door to the net caff are playing Pink Floyd again.
And it is nearly nine O'clock. Nearly time for us Webflies to be kicked out and sent back to out own homes.
Such is life.
Tomorrow I will clean my room, because I just realised, at one of the Borders, that I was considering buying a magazine when I already owned a copy.
And so exit Caesar.
Over and Out.
J
VL were playing a club on Oxford Street and my name was on the door.
I hummed and harred about it, since I was supposed to be focusing purely on recovery, but I decided to go see them, since I seemed to have missed every other show that they have played around London.
Their set was pretty good. More rock than I expected (they were much more Manchesterish back in Australia), and their singer managed to cut his hand and bleed all over his Gretch White Falcon.
Got a call from Mum almost immediately afterwards. That was nice.
I got home and ironed two shirts before hunkering down to watch some TV before bed.
I wound up watching this bizarre Cronenberg (is there any other kind) movie called 'Dead Ringers' with Jeremy Irons, about identical twin Oby/Gyn Doctors and their spiral into madness and drug addiction. Completely deranged.
Kind of made me glad that my father and his brother went into Anaesthesia.
Seven in the morning I had to let Masao in, since he had already handed in his key.
I wonder if that is the last I'll ever see of him.
Later I got up properly, finished ironing the work clothes from the previous week, finished eating the steak I fried up the night before and pondered my next move.
Which was to go to Stratford and buy a Kerrang and 2000AD, like I always do on Wednesdays.
I had a hankering to go to the Virgin Megastore, as well as check out the Borders on Oxford Street and Charing Cross Road to try to find a hard-to-locate magazine.
No luck at either one, but I think I am actually right for reading material right now.
I did buy a Venetian Snares cd at Virgin, though.
Canadian Drill n Bass. Should be cool.
I went to an Amon Tobin show about six months ago. Amon Tobin being the Brazilian Epic Drill n Bass producer who relocated to England before relocating to Canada.
The show he did was a showcase of the work he had done on the soundtrack for the game Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory.
And it was brilliant.
Green Lasers every which way.
The people next door to the net caff are playing Pink Floyd again.
And it is nearly nine O'clock. Nearly time for us Webflies to be kicked out and sent back to out own homes.
Such is life.
Tomorrow I will clean my room, because I just realised, at one of the Borders, that I was considering buying a magazine when I already owned a copy.
And so exit Caesar.
Over and Out.
J
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