Dang!
Hey All,
As I said I would, I went to the Terrorizer Magazine Christmas Show.
Except a combination of me reading stuff on the internet too long and major SNAFUs on the Central AND Northern lines meant that I missed Leechwoman who, apart from having a terrible name, feature my friend and Terrorizer journo Alex B on bass.
When I managed to track him down he told me there were no hard feelings, since every man and his dog seemed to get stuck on the tube lines that night. Richie (another Terrorizer scribe) himself told me that he spent half an hour between Kings Cross and Camden Town. Which is usually about five minutes at the most.
Speaking of which, later on Richie was so impressed by my arguments regarding the diminishing returns of modern metal he and I swapped mobile numbers so that he could keep me apprised of any shindigs that he was organising, not to mention the New Years Eve at the Marlborough Head that him and others were planning. Nice.
The most notable thing about the show itself was that I took a bruising on the front row as the crowd went insane for Anaal Nakracht (spelling?). The band themselves were a studio concept fleshed out by the bassist and drummer from Napalm Death. Rather gratuitous violent and obscene images were projected onto a screen to the right of the stage, while a small TV strobed a slideshow of images best not described here. I thought that it was rather unnecessary since a) the band were able to hold their own in terms of stage presence, b) the Butthole Surfers did it much better in the 80s and c) U2 effectively killed the hole multi-media rock concert thing stone dead with Zoo-TV.
After the show, while I was hobnobbing around a bloke walked past me that looked just like Devon Townsend (of the Canadian extreme metal outfit Strapping Young Lad) with a beanie on. Not wanting to accuse another stranger of being Devon Townsend (I have done it in the past), I said nothing as he went past.
A minute later I wandered into the bar and a friend grabbed me: "Geez, this has been an amazing night. I just chatted with Devon Townsend!"
Oh well, can't catch them all.
On the matter of the Sydney Riots, John Howard displays again for all to see one of the reasons that I left Australia (ie John Howard IS A TOOL with complete lack of self awareness.)
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/nations-image-is-unhurt--pm/2005/12/13/1134236063912.html
I'm short of time, gotta go.
Over and out.
J
As I said I would, I went to the Terrorizer Magazine Christmas Show.
Except a combination of me reading stuff on the internet too long and major SNAFUs on the Central AND Northern lines meant that I missed Leechwoman who, apart from having a terrible name, feature my friend and Terrorizer journo Alex B on bass.
When I managed to track him down he told me there were no hard feelings, since every man and his dog seemed to get stuck on the tube lines that night. Richie (another Terrorizer scribe) himself told me that he spent half an hour between Kings Cross and Camden Town. Which is usually about five minutes at the most.
Speaking of which, later on Richie was so impressed by my arguments regarding the diminishing returns of modern metal he and I swapped mobile numbers so that he could keep me apprised of any shindigs that he was organising, not to mention the New Years Eve at the Marlborough Head that him and others were planning. Nice.
The most notable thing about the show itself was that I took a bruising on the front row as the crowd went insane for Anaal Nakracht (spelling?). The band themselves were a studio concept fleshed out by the bassist and drummer from Napalm Death. Rather gratuitous violent and obscene images were projected onto a screen to the right of the stage, while a small TV strobed a slideshow of images best not described here. I thought that it was rather unnecessary since a) the band were able to hold their own in terms of stage presence, b) the Butthole Surfers did it much better in the 80s and c) U2 effectively killed the hole multi-media rock concert thing stone dead with Zoo-TV.
After the show, while I was hobnobbing around a bloke walked past me that looked just like Devon Townsend (of the Canadian extreme metal outfit Strapping Young Lad) with a beanie on. Not wanting to accuse another stranger of being Devon Townsend (I have done it in the past), I said nothing as he went past.
A minute later I wandered into the bar and a friend grabbed me: "Geez, this has been an amazing night. I just chatted with Devon Townsend!"
Oh well, can't catch them all.
On the matter of the Sydney Riots, John Howard displays again for all to see one of the reasons that I left Australia (ie John Howard IS A TOOL with complete lack of self awareness.)
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/nations-image-is-unhurt--pm/2005/12/13/1134236063912.html
I'm short of time, gotta go.
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 8:36 pm
1 Comments:
Hi Jason,
Yes, cats do like pianos.
Great news about the washer. Not about the leak and mopping, but that's a great resolution.
I want to come back and read about those riots. I've just been so busy. It's two-thirty and I just finished my blog and posting more photos.
It takes so long to download them on this computer from the camera and turn them upright in PhotoShop, etc. when I take them "sideways."
I'm not sure why I'm doing it. I think because I so like to see photos from other places by other people. They can really make me feel happy; so I guess I'm thinking maybe someone might stumble on my blog and get a lift.
You really are an expert in music, aren't you? Seems like maybe you ought to be writing reviews of albums or something.
If I don't get back here before the holidays, hope your Christmas is really good and your New Year's Eve a blast. (Yeah, old lingo from the sixites, I know. I could say "bitchin'" but that's from the eighties. I think I missed the nineties and we're already half way through the - what is it anyway? The zero's? Gad, I don't even know that.)
:>)
Clyo
P.S. Today's word is "oucrubq." Yeah, that says it all.
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