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Hey Blogonnosieurs,
I've had a pretty interesting weekend.
As I said, Friday I went to see Ben Lee, pretty much only so that I had something to review until more Australian Bands shake off their Post Big Day Out afterglow and Get In the Van to the UK.
And I was pretty underwhelmed, even though on paper it is hard to explain why. It's going to be a hard review.
After Ben Lee I took the Northern Line along to Camden, when I went to a Monthly club at the Camden Ballroom call Inferno. Goth/Industrial downstairs, Metal/Rock upstairs.
Pretty good. I also ran into Chris and a couple of the other STJ kids and chatted to them about the story ideas that they had inadvertantly inspired.
Besides the Slab Crew that I ran into (named after the house where they had the after party), I also ran into Liam, a Sydney kid who I met a one of Hilary's recent shows. He passed me his mobile number and informed my of a low-key house-party at his house the next night. Also met a double-bass player (identified by the stripped down electric double bass that he was carrying with him, which I originally wondered if it was some kind of rifle).
After Inferno, bus home with Django Reinhardt on my iPod, reading and sleep.
Last night I headed out to the House Party at Liam's place, which is situated on Archway Road. Going from East London to North London can be like going to an entirely different city. The buildings often look nicer, less dirty etc.
Anyways, the House Party itself was a fun, if small affair. Met some cool people, eg a veterinary student from Bradford and a couple of others. Hilary was there, but she was sick so she left early.
I had meant to bug out of the party to go to Slimelight, but I wound up staying at the party til 0420. After that, bus to Angel, decided not to go to Slimelight, just killed time till the tubes started running.
At the tubes stations I ran into my friend Blue-Haired-Lee, and later another pal Callum, both club buddies of mine.
Home, reading, jeans in wash, sleep.
Over the weekend both Callum, Chris and another bloke I met named John raved to me about how good Bauhaus were on Friday night.
Let me put this in context: Bauhaus can conceivably be called a Goth Rock Band. And they put on a great live show on Friday. Some would argue that constitutes an inversion of the standard order great enough to tear the universe apart.
But somehow they managed it. And I wasn't there to see it.
I hate Ben Lee.
I'm out to buy food.
J
I've had a pretty interesting weekend.
As I said, Friday I went to see Ben Lee, pretty much only so that I had something to review until more Australian Bands shake off their Post Big Day Out afterglow and Get In the Van to the UK.
And I was pretty underwhelmed, even though on paper it is hard to explain why. It's going to be a hard review.
After Ben Lee I took the Northern Line along to Camden, when I went to a Monthly club at the Camden Ballroom call Inferno. Goth/Industrial downstairs, Metal/Rock upstairs.
Pretty good. I also ran into Chris and a couple of the other STJ kids and chatted to them about the story ideas that they had inadvertantly inspired.
Besides the Slab Crew that I ran into (named after the house where they had the after party), I also ran into Liam, a Sydney kid who I met a one of Hilary's recent shows. He passed me his mobile number and informed my of a low-key house-party at his house the next night. Also met a double-bass player (identified by the stripped down electric double bass that he was carrying with him, which I originally wondered if it was some kind of rifle).
After Inferno, bus home with Django Reinhardt on my iPod, reading and sleep.
Last night I headed out to the House Party at Liam's place, which is situated on Archway Road. Going from East London to North London can be like going to an entirely different city. The buildings often look nicer, less dirty etc.
Anyways, the House Party itself was a fun, if small affair. Met some cool people, eg a veterinary student from Bradford and a couple of others. Hilary was there, but she was sick so she left early.
I had meant to bug out of the party to go to Slimelight, but I wound up staying at the party til 0420. After that, bus to Angel, decided not to go to Slimelight, just killed time till the tubes started running.
At the tubes stations I ran into my friend Blue-Haired-Lee, and later another pal Callum, both club buddies of mine.
Home, reading, jeans in wash, sleep.
Over the weekend both Callum, Chris and another bloke I met named John raved to me about how good Bauhaus were on Friday night.
Let me put this in context: Bauhaus can conceivably be called a Goth Rock Band. And they put on a great live show on Friday. Some would argue that constitutes an inversion of the standard order great enough to tear the universe apart.
But somehow they managed it. And I wasn't there to see it.
I hate Ben Lee.
I'm out to buy food.
J
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