I'm already feeling better:
Thanks very much to Mum and Dad for the phone call and to Clyo for the message of support, I'm feeling much better, thanks.
I mean, I'm still feeling sick, but that is nothing to do with the job and everything to do with this lousy headcold/flu that I picked up at work (wait, that's something to do with work... screw it, I've never made sense before, why start now).
The Killing Joke show made me feel a bit better, even though I did have a knucklehead singing along loudly and off key right next to my ear (I was one deep from the barrier).
I was a little let down that I didn't run into Chris or Lydia so's that I could pass them the disc with the cleaned up logo, which I really should put up here somehow.
Gus: if you're reading this, pass me an email explaining how I can set up an image dump or gallery or something where I can keep photos etc online. Photobucket or whatever you use.
Anyways, I had a cheeseburger and caught the next train to Highbury to go to Sick and Twisted, upstairs at the Garage (and yes, across the road from the courthouse).
Sick and Twisted turned out to be really good. Nicely full but not rammed, a little on the loud and smoky side, but that's a club for you. When I got there a hooded figure was on stage, hunched over a laptop and what I later discovered was a special interface surface USB'd into the laptop.
He was making some brilliant chopped up Noise/Breaks. The hood had blue lights in it so that he looked a little like an overtall Jawa from the first Star Wars Movie (speaking obliquely of Star Wars, everone: Go See Serenity. And if you've seen it, see it again!).
Occaisionally a girl would get up and scream into a conveniently placed microphone. I later found out that she performs under the name Hecate. Later on she was wearing a Darkthrone shirt and I was wearing the Bleeding Through shirt I came in with, making it two of the most inappropriate shirts in there (though the prize has to go to the kid wearing a Wildhearts hoodie). She told me that she remixed Bleeding Through during her DJ set. I told her that I like the members of the band but I don't like the way the singer incites the crowd to violence during the set. I'm a pussycat and I don't like being kicked.
She laughed playfully elbowed me in the chest and exited. Later on she would punch me in the torso then slap my cheek lightly. The vain side thinks that she liked me. The rest of me just suspects that she likes hitting people.
Other interesting stuff: I got to meet two writers for Terrorizer. Alex Boniwell, who writes about a lot of the Electronic stuff and Richie, as far as I can tell an old school thrash and death fan who also likes epic electronic and orchestral pieces.
After the club closed a couple of anglo/french kids who were at the club and Richie were waiting for the 43 to take us all down to the West End where we could catch our various buses to our destinations. Turns out that Richie can speak fluent French, and he carried on conversations with the kids about the music they were in to and what shows they were going to go to.
Fortunately the five years of French I did at Churchie enabled me, if not to participate, to follow the conversation pretty well. Especially since it is reasonably easy to follow a conversation which seems to consist of band names, tourdates and a lot of swearing.
Still, Richie seemed impressed enough with my knowledge of Metal, Hardcore and various kinds of electronic music, as well as by my interest in maybe one day writing for Terrorizer, so he gave me his email address. Cool.
Considering that it has been one of my ongoing missions to get to know the local music journalists, I felt that I had scored a pretty good prize.
Today: Talked to Mum and Dad on the phone. Mum convinced me that I really should hold out for something better than Camberwell.
Went to Stratford to pay the rent and missed the bank by five minutes. D'oh. Guess I'm paying the rent on Monday. I messaged my Landlady who told me that was cool.
Not much else. Boiled some pasta for lunch and threw towels in the wash.
While the towels spun I listened to the CD on the latest Terrorizer and started to read the book about Bill Hicks that I picked up in Borders in Angel on Friday (one of the things I did in my immediate daze).
The book is fascinating. If I finish it in time I might send it home with Dad to pass on to my friend Jules, who has no doubt already read it.
I reckon Elea would love it, in any case.
I've spent too long in here today.
Over and out.
J
I mean, I'm still feeling sick, but that is nothing to do with the job and everything to do with this lousy headcold/flu that I picked up at work (wait, that's something to do with work... screw it, I've never made sense before, why start now).
The Killing Joke show made me feel a bit better, even though I did have a knucklehead singing along loudly and off key right next to my ear (I was one deep from the barrier).
I was a little let down that I didn't run into Chris or Lydia so's that I could pass them the disc with the cleaned up logo, which I really should put up here somehow.
Gus: if you're reading this, pass me an email explaining how I can set up an image dump or gallery or something where I can keep photos etc online. Photobucket or whatever you use.
Anyways, I had a cheeseburger and caught the next train to Highbury to go to Sick and Twisted, upstairs at the Garage (and yes, across the road from the courthouse).
Sick and Twisted turned out to be really good. Nicely full but not rammed, a little on the loud and smoky side, but that's a club for you. When I got there a hooded figure was on stage, hunched over a laptop and what I later discovered was a special interface surface USB'd into the laptop.
He was making some brilliant chopped up Noise/Breaks. The hood had blue lights in it so that he looked a little like an overtall Jawa from the first Star Wars Movie (speaking obliquely of Star Wars, everone: Go See Serenity. And if you've seen it, see it again!).
Occaisionally a girl would get up and scream into a conveniently placed microphone. I later found out that she performs under the name Hecate. Later on she was wearing a Darkthrone shirt and I was wearing the Bleeding Through shirt I came in with, making it two of the most inappropriate shirts in there (though the prize has to go to the kid wearing a Wildhearts hoodie). She told me that she remixed Bleeding Through during her DJ set. I told her that I like the members of the band but I don't like the way the singer incites the crowd to violence during the set. I'm a pussycat and I don't like being kicked.
She laughed playfully elbowed me in the chest and exited. Later on she would punch me in the torso then slap my cheek lightly. The vain side thinks that she liked me. The rest of me just suspects that she likes hitting people.
Other interesting stuff: I got to meet two writers for Terrorizer. Alex Boniwell, who writes about a lot of the Electronic stuff and Richie, as far as I can tell an old school thrash and death fan who also likes epic electronic and orchestral pieces.
After the club closed a couple of anglo/french kids who were at the club and Richie were waiting for the 43 to take us all down to the West End where we could catch our various buses to our destinations. Turns out that Richie can speak fluent French, and he carried on conversations with the kids about the music they were in to and what shows they were going to go to.
Fortunately the five years of French I did at Churchie enabled me, if not to participate, to follow the conversation pretty well. Especially since it is reasonably easy to follow a conversation which seems to consist of band names, tourdates and a lot of swearing.
Still, Richie seemed impressed enough with my knowledge of Metal, Hardcore and various kinds of electronic music, as well as by my interest in maybe one day writing for Terrorizer, so he gave me his email address. Cool.
Considering that it has been one of my ongoing missions to get to know the local music journalists, I felt that I had scored a pretty good prize.
Today: Talked to Mum and Dad on the phone. Mum convinced me that I really should hold out for something better than Camberwell.
Went to Stratford to pay the rent and missed the bank by five minutes. D'oh. Guess I'm paying the rent on Monday. I messaged my Landlady who told me that was cool.
Not much else. Boiled some pasta for lunch and threw towels in the wash.
While the towels spun I listened to the CD on the latest Terrorizer and started to read the book about Bill Hicks that I picked up in Borders in Angel on Friday (one of the things I did in my immediate daze).
The book is fascinating. If I finish it in time I might send it home with Dad to pass on to my friend Jules, who has no doubt already read it.
I reckon Elea would love it, in any case.
I've spent too long in here today.
Over and out.
J
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