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Hey Everyone,
I haven't blogged since Thursday. Mostly because I've been hella busy.
Thursday night my friend Hannah wanted me to meet someone as ask me my opinion on something she was organising.
The actual meeting wasn't as productive as I had hoped, but I did get to meet a friend of Hannah's who is wound up with street promotion and claims to have the connections to get anyone killed for the price of a bullet and the tube fare to East London. And I got to see some of the Backstreets of Soho that I usually only see during daylight.
Friday I finished reading Ship of Magic, and made plans to return it to the library (which I didn't get around to til today). Friday night was Johnny Truant in Camden followed by Sick and Twisted vs Global Warning at Electrowerks, Angel.
Running late, I missed Architects but caught a little of Waterdown, who didn't really grab me. Returning to the bar at the Underworld I ran into my friend Ruben, a musician and sometime Tour Manager, also the ex-manager for Johnny Truant. Had a good chat to him before and after the show.
Johnny Truant themselves have come a long way since this time last year, when they were struggling to fill The Barfly (I've seen bigger Classrooms) and band morale was clearly suffering from the problems they were having getting their album finished.
After I rescued my coats from the cloak room and chatted to a PR girl named Lou, who told me that she is currently promoting a Hip-Hop group out of Wisconsin. We had a quiet chuckle about how much of a Hotbed of Hip-Hop Wisconsin was. Later I would remember that Wisconsin is the Epicentre of the American Breakcore scene, ergo Hip Hop might not be so alien. Do'h. But for the moment that slipped my mind. I also hung upstairs at the World's End pub with a few other friends, as well as shooting the breeze with Ruben, before jumping on a tube to Angel.
Tube - Angel - Electrowerks: Sick and Twisted vs Global Warning. When I arrived Alex B was assisting at the door and his girlfriend Na'arma was on the CD stand. Some bloke with a laptop was making some serious noise downstairs, some people were grooving. I liked it, but I also wanted to see the rest of the shindig. Next to the Staircase there was a screen playing DVDs, up the stairs the main dancefloor of Slimelight was acting as the cloakroom and up even more stairs the usual noisey room was playing some noisey sounding stuff.
Notable things about that club: I was wearing my black doc-martins, which did make it hard to dance for extended periods of time because the made my feet hurt. I did some pretty serious dancing anyway. In better get battered by the four on the floor beat upstairs and grooving to the syncopated breakcore stuff downstairs, I watched the weird movies that Alex had brought in.
I might have mentioned that Alex is the resident expert on Extreme Asian Cinema at Terrorizer Magazine. And as such, I found myself entranced for 10 minutes at a time by a Japanese Movie called Versus, which at times seemed to be one continuous fight scene. Alex would later explain that it starts as a Gangster movie, goes to Kung Fu, then Zombies, then Mystical Weird Time Travel, then back to Kung-Fu and finally ends as a post-apocalyptic future science fiction.
Elea, if you are reading this, I highly recommend it, if you haven't already seen it.
Also: I got talking to an Asian girl named Sheena (I'm not sure of the spelling) who was a science graduate working as a research assistant up in Cambridge, and as such had never been to a breakcore party before.
I stayed until dawn, then took the tube home to sleep.
I woke up at the relatively early hour (considering I had been dancing all night, and then some) of three pm, and threw some jeans in the wash. At about five or six my Swedish Flatmate arrived back with an Austrian girl from Berlin that is dossing with us for a few days. She's pretty cool.
We all watched Wild West on the TV, I ironed some jeans to wear to STJ and eventually I got moving, later than I meant to.
When I arrived at STJ at about half ten I was surprised to find that I was one of seven people there. Luckily I like having the near whole dancefloor to myself, and Chris was in fine DJ form, so I danced like a maniac.
I'm getting thrown out of here, and it is time for Life on Mars.
More adventures of Jason Later (I swear I actually get around to doing something productive).
Hang in there, over and out.
J
I haven't blogged since Thursday. Mostly because I've been hella busy.
Thursday night my friend Hannah wanted me to meet someone as ask me my opinion on something she was organising.
The actual meeting wasn't as productive as I had hoped, but I did get to meet a friend of Hannah's who is wound up with street promotion and claims to have the connections to get anyone killed for the price of a bullet and the tube fare to East London. And I got to see some of the Backstreets of Soho that I usually only see during daylight.
Friday I finished reading Ship of Magic, and made plans to return it to the library (which I didn't get around to til today). Friday night was Johnny Truant in Camden followed by Sick and Twisted vs Global Warning at Electrowerks, Angel.
Running late, I missed Architects but caught a little of Waterdown, who didn't really grab me. Returning to the bar at the Underworld I ran into my friend Ruben, a musician and sometime Tour Manager, also the ex-manager for Johnny Truant. Had a good chat to him before and after the show.
Johnny Truant themselves have come a long way since this time last year, when they were struggling to fill The Barfly (I've seen bigger Classrooms) and band morale was clearly suffering from the problems they were having getting their album finished.
After I rescued my coats from the cloak room and chatted to a PR girl named Lou, who told me that she is currently promoting a Hip-Hop group out of Wisconsin. We had a quiet chuckle about how much of a Hotbed of Hip-Hop Wisconsin was. Later I would remember that Wisconsin is the Epicentre of the American Breakcore scene, ergo Hip Hop might not be so alien. Do'h. But for the moment that slipped my mind. I also hung upstairs at the World's End pub with a few other friends, as well as shooting the breeze with Ruben, before jumping on a tube to Angel.
Tube - Angel - Electrowerks: Sick and Twisted vs Global Warning. When I arrived Alex B was assisting at the door and his girlfriend Na'arma was on the CD stand. Some bloke with a laptop was making some serious noise downstairs, some people were grooving. I liked it, but I also wanted to see the rest of the shindig. Next to the Staircase there was a screen playing DVDs, up the stairs the main dancefloor of Slimelight was acting as the cloakroom and up even more stairs the usual noisey room was playing some noisey sounding stuff.
Notable things about that club: I was wearing my black doc-martins, which did make it hard to dance for extended periods of time because the made my feet hurt. I did some pretty serious dancing anyway. In better get battered by the four on the floor beat upstairs and grooving to the syncopated breakcore stuff downstairs, I watched the weird movies that Alex had brought in.
I might have mentioned that Alex is the resident expert on Extreme Asian Cinema at Terrorizer Magazine. And as such, I found myself entranced for 10 minutes at a time by a Japanese Movie called Versus, which at times seemed to be one continuous fight scene. Alex would later explain that it starts as a Gangster movie, goes to Kung Fu, then Zombies, then Mystical Weird Time Travel, then back to Kung-Fu and finally ends as a post-apocalyptic future science fiction.
Elea, if you are reading this, I highly recommend it, if you haven't already seen it.
Also: I got talking to an Asian girl named Sheena (I'm not sure of the spelling) who was a science graduate working as a research assistant up in Cambridge, and as such had never been to a breakcore party before.
I stayed until dawn, then took the tube home to sleep.
I woke up at the relatively early hour (considering I had been dancing all night, and then some) of three pm, and threw some jeans in the wash. At about five or six my Swedish Flatmate arrived back with an Austrian girl from Berlin that is dossing with us for a few days. She's pretty cool.
We all watched Wild West on the TV, I ironed some jeans to wear to STJ and eventually I got moving, later than I meant to.
When I arrived at STJ at about half ten I was surprised to find that I was one of seven people there. Luckily I like having the near whole dancefloor to myself, and Chris was in fine DJ form, so I danced like a maniac.
I'm getting thrown out of here, and it is time for Life on Mars.
More adventures of Jason Later (I swear I actually get around to doing something productive).
Hang in there, over and out.
J
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