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Hey Everyone,
Last night I wound up getting pretty drunk at the Devonshire Arms.
When I get drunk I tend to do silly things, and last night was no exception.
Except the silly thing that I did was promise a Philosophy Professor, who is supervising a student's PHD on the Straightedge Movement, that I would write a thousand word essay explaining my positions and opinions on Straightedge, speaking as a person who has been straightedge and has come through the other side.
Of course, what is really silly is that she wrote her email address on a piece of paper, which I then managed to lose. Nevermind, she is still the girlfriend of Robert the Spite DJ and friend of Richie, so I have a fairly good idea of how to get my material to her.
By the by, besides being a University Professor and a Devonshire Arms DJ, she is also an occaisional contributor to Terrorizer, so I will make sure that anything I pass on to her is good material.
Anyways, besides drunken promises to gothic academics, last night had plenty of interesting moments.
I made it to the Devonshire Arms at 2120, 20 minutes later than I meant to. But that was cool, I got talking to Richie and Patrizia and Robert. People kept buying me drinks, so I was pretty tipsy for the most part.
The friends that Richie wanted to introduce me to were a couple who run an industrial label and a magazine as well. Definitely good people to know. The friend of mine from Strength Through Joy with the KMFDM tattoos on his arm was there as well.
I wish I could remember their names, but the female half of the couple did write down some URLs for me, and fortunately I managed to not lose those pieces of paper between then and now. The female half of the couple, a short girl from Belfast with red dread extensions, did tell me at length that I was very cute and I was sure to get laid at Slimelight. Ha, proved you wrong.
Anyways, after the Dev shut Richie and I took a bus from Camden to Angel and arrived at a strangely thin crowd at Slimelight. I was still pretty drunk, so I threw some crazy hip-hop moves on the Noise-techno dancefloor upstairs.
Richie and I talked at length about stuff, politics of various outfits etc. Alex Boniwell and his girlfriend Yarma were there, putting up flyers for the Sick and Twisted night next Friday anywhere they could find space. Purely randomly, I mentioned Silverfish, and it turned out that Silverfish were one of Alex's favourite bands in his youth, so he filled me in on a whole lot of things about the legend of Silverfish and their intense live shows, as well as telling me that the Guitarist Fuzz is now as sound engineer etc. He and Yarma left early, and I promised to see them on Friday.
I also wandered around and found my pal Callum holding court on the downstairs dancefloor. At ground level the Trad-Goth Djs (this was one of the nights when all three dancefloors were opened) were playing the Cure, the Birthday Party, Siouxsie and other old school stuff.
Callum had a pal with him named Colin, who later recognised me from after the Skinny Puppy show when he and I hung out with a girl named Alice, who I have not seen since.
It was pretty funny to see him again, since in the six months, give or take, since the Skinny Puppy show there have been a bunch of developments in my life in London.
I started going to Strength Through Joy and Sick and Twisted. I met Alex B, Richie, Chris and Lydia from STJ and a bunch of other people besides.
I started reading and writing more and all that.
Anways, I wandered around, danced about, slowly sobered up, said hi to people (a lot of the usual suspects were missing, for whatever reason), occaisionally admired a tall girl, six foot four and counting, wearing purple hotpants with legs that distracted every all in the vicinity etc.
After the club closed at 0730 Me, Callum, Colin and a retro dandy in a pinstripe suit went to Starbucks for breakfast. I had a slice of Chocolate Cake. The Dandy told me that Kate Moss was briefly a regular at Lady Luck, about 18 months ago, and she was, in his experience, a much nicer person than you would have thought. Besides which, without the makeup and the lights, she wasn't really a person you would notice.
Intersting.
Colin and I swapped notes on what we had been up to over since the Skinny Puppy show. Callum took and invitation to listen to a demo of my old metal band as an excuse to explore my Ipod and laugh at some of my curious playslist choices ('Betty Boo? Bette Midler? Har Har Har!').
After a while we all peeled off.
I took the tube to Camden, bought two bandanas, explored the market etc.
Then I took the tube to Tottenham Court Road, walked up to Regent Street via some Soho Backstreets (Brewer's Street etc) and went to the Mac Shop, where I picked up a Tutorial Programme to learn Italian. I've decided that since I am in such an international city I might as well learn all the languages I can.
I want to find a typing tutor programme, since my typing is pretty good but not amazing. The Ringfinger and Pinky Fingers on my right hand are still clumsy and weak, and that slows me down.
I had to take the tube home after that tout suite in order to catch Tescos before it closed at 4PM (damn Sunday Trading).
Sunday Shopping completed, I headed home and tried to watch an episode of Enterprise, managing to catch the first half but falling asleep on the couch just long enough to miss the rest.
Nenad, my Swedish flatmate told me that an Austrian girl is going to stay with us for a few days from next Friday. That's cool with me.
Tonight I'm going to try to make a list of things to do tomorrow and next week before I pass out from sheer exhaustion.
Getting back to Patrizia the Professor from Melbourne. She was pretty impressed that when she mentioned that her academia mostly dealt with taking Continental Psychoanalytic Readings of horror movies, applying the theories of a bunch of French Post Modern Feminists, I was able to reel off a list of theorists (Kristeva, Cixious, Irigary (sp)) to add to the ones that she had mentioned.
All in all, an interesting 24 hours. It is probably exhaustion, but I feel strangely flat now.
Still, even though my Glass Half Empty character tells me that I am probably still moving in Circles, at least I have evidence to show that the Circles are getting Larger.
Much to be done.
Over and out.
J
Last night I wound up getting pretty drunk at the Devonshire Arms.
When I get drunk I tend to do silly things, and last night was no exception.
Except the silly thing that I did was promise a Philosophy Professor, who is supervising a student's PHD on the Straightedge Movement, that I would write a thousand word essay explaining my positions and opinions on Straightedge, speaking as a person who has been straightedge and has come through the other side.
Of course, what is really silly is that she wrote her email address on a piece of paper, which I then managed to lose. Nevermind, she is still the girlfriend of Robert the Spite DJ and friend of Richie, so I have a fairly good idea of how to get my material to her.
By the by, besides being a University Professor and a Devonshire Arms DJ, she is also an occaisional contributor to Terrorizer, so I will make sure that anything I pass on to her is good material.
Anyways, besides drunken promises to gothic academics, last night had plenty of interesting moments.
I made it to the Devonshire Arms at 2120, 20 minutes later than I meant to. But that was cool, I got talking to Richie and Patrizia and Robert. People kept buying me drinks, so I was pretty tipsy for the most part.
The friends that Richie wanted to introduce me to were a couple who run an industrial label and a magazine as well. Definitely good people to know. The friend of mine from Strength Through Joy with the KMFDM tattoos on his arm was there as well.
I wish I could remember their names, but the female half of the couple did write down some URLs for me, and fortunately I managed to not lose those pieces of paper between then and now. The female half of the couple, a short girl from Belfast with red dread extensions, did tell me at length that I was very cute and I was sure to get laid at Slimelight. Ha, proved you wrong.
Anyways, after the Dev shut Richie and I took a bus from Camden to Angel and arrived at a strangely thin crowd at Slimelight. I was still pretty drunk, so I threw some crazy hip-hop moves on the Noise-techno dancefloor upstairs.
Richie and I talked at length about stuff, politics of various outfits etc. Alex Boniwell and his girlfriend Yarma were there, putting up flyers for the Sick and Twisted night next Friday anywhere they could find space. Purely randomly, I mentioned Silverfish, and it turned out that Silverfish were one of Alex's favourite bands in his youth, so he filled me in on a whole lot of things about the legend of Silverfish and their intense live shows, as well as telling me that the Guitarist Fuzz is now as sound engineer etc. He and Yarma left early, and I promised to see them on Friday.
I also wandered around and found my pal Callum holding court on the downstairs dancefloor. At ground level the Trad-Goth Djs (this was one of the nights when all three dancefloors were opened) were playing the Cure, the Birthday Party, Siouxsie and other old school stuff.
Callum had a pal with him named Colin, who later recognised me from after the Skinny Puppy show when he and I hung out with a girl named Alice, who I have not seen since.
It was pretty funny to see him again, since in the six months, give or take, since the Skinny Puppy show there have been a bunch of developments in my life in London.
I started going to Strength Through Joy and Sick and Twisted. I met Alex B, Richie, Chris and Lydia from STJ and a bunch of other people besides.
I started reading and writing more and all that.
Anways, I wandered around, danced about, slowly sobered up, said hi to people (a lot of the usual suspects were missing, for whatever reason), occaisionally admired a tall girl, six foot four and counting, wearing purple hotpants with legs that distracted every all in the vicinity etc.
After the club closed at 0730 Me, Callum, Colin and a retro dandy in a pinstripe suit went to Starbucks for breakfast. I had a slice of Chocolate Cake. The Dandy told me that Kate Moss was briefly a regular at Lady Luck, about 18 months ago, and she was, in his experience, a much nicer person than you would have thought. Besides which, without the makeup and the lights, she wasn't really a person you would notice.
Intersting.
Colin and I swapped notes on what we had been up to over since the Skinny Puppy show. Callum took and invitation to listen to a demo of my old metal band as an excuse to explore my Ipod and laugh at some of my curious playslist choices ('Betty Boo? Bette Midler? Har Har Har!').
After a while we all peeled off.
I took the tube to Camden, bought two bandanas, explored the market etc.
Then I took the tube to Tottenham Court Road, walked up to Regent Street via some Soho Backstreets (Brewer's Street etc) and went to the Mac Shop, where I picked up a Tutorial Programme to learn Italian. I've decided that since I am in such an international city I might as well learn all the languages I can.
I want to find a typing tutor programme, since my typing is pretty good but not amazing. The Ringfinger and Pinky Fingers on my right hand are still clumsy and weak, and that slows me down.
I had to take the tube home after that tout suite in order to catch Tescos before it closed at 4PM (damn Sunday Trading).
Sunday Shopping completed, I headed home and tried to watch an episode of Enterprise, managing to catch the first half but falling asleep on the couch just long enough to miss the rest.
Nenad, my Swedish flatmate told me that an Austrian girl is going to stay with us for a few days from next Friday. That's cool with me.
Tonight I'm going to try to make a list of things to do tomorrow and next week before I pass out from sheer exhaustion.
Getting back to Patrizia the Professor from Melbourne. She was pretty impressed that when she mentioned that her academia mostly dealt with taking Continental Psychoanalytic Readings of horror movies, applying the theories of a bunch of French Post Modern Feminists, I was able to reel off a list of theorists (Kristeva, Cixious, Irigary (sp)) to add to the ones that she had mentioned.
All in all, an interesting 24 hours. It is probably exhaustion, but I feel strangely flat now.
Still, even though my Glass Half Empty character tells me that I am probably still moving in Circles, at least I have evidence to show that the Circles are getting Larger.
Much to be done.
Over and out.
J
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