Easter Sunday:
Hey Blogophites,
It's Easter Sunday. In all the religions that matter to me, this is a time of rebirth, and celebration.
For me, last night I felt like celebrating for a different reason.
As you all know, I've had some serious adventures this week. Went down to Brightonon Tuesday/Wednesday, had Camden shenanigans with The Scare on Thursday and got Gabba'd in Camberwell at The Red Star on Friday.
Fortunately, since all these adventures involved Australian performers, it meant that I could write about them for Fasterlouder.com.au.
So I wrote the reviews as soon as I could, printed them out last night before the first episode of the new season of Dr Who (which, by the by, ROCKED, but more on that later), marked them up after Dr Who and then uploaded them just after 2100 here at the Net Cafe.
That's three more reviews uploaded. Naturally they'll have to be approved, but three reviews written in one week is nothing to sneeze at, in my opinion.
I've got no idea when this many Australian acts will be coming through the UK again, so I don't know if this momentum is anywhere near sustainable.
[checks stargreen] Not much coming up.
Hmm, the Psycroptic show is on the 10th of May. I wonder if I'll be able to get doorlisted for that. Maybe Hilary can swing it.
Dammit, so many good shows coming up.
Anyways, I was feeling so jubilant last night that I felt that I deserved to go out and celebrate, and with the resources at hand I had two choices for a club to go to: Slimelight or this other one in High Holborn that a girl had told me to come to.
So I picked the one in High Holborn. I so should have gone to Slimelight. The PA was too terrible, the DJs were clueless, the venue was ridiculous, the acoustics were terrible and the crowd was everything that caused me to flee from the Goth community into the arms of Hardcore. Creepy old guys, fat girls in hideously inappropriate clothes, men who don't realise that you never wear brown shoes with black jeans.
And the girl that had invited me completely ignored me. I'll sound arrogant and snobbish saying this, but Fuck it, I'm better than those people and I'm better than that kind of treatment.
Having said that, I did stay til the end. What a self esteem sapping experience that was.
I've learned my lesson. From here on in, if I want to go to Slimes, or a gabba night, or anything else like that, I'm going. I will not debase myself by going to support someone's friend's club for people who still think that Anne Rice is really cool.
God, it's pathetic that I didn't turn on my heel and run as soon as I saw the place.
As soon as it closed, I decided to take the next bus home. As so I arrive home before daylight on a Sunday for a change.
I can't believe that two and a half hours in a crap club managed to suck all the Joie de Vivre out of me. We're talking about all the uplift of THREE REVIEWS UPLOADED and a NEW EPISODE of DR WHO combined.
Never mind. At least I pocketed a complimentary chocolate egg, which I'm going to eat tonight. And I have sworn that never, ever, ever again will I a) go to an event organised by any member of the London Vampyr Society or b) follow my dick when I should be trusting my brain or my heart. In that order.
Fuck.
For some reason I feel a hankering to talk to some of my old Brisbane cronies.
Richard Landsberg et al.
Everyone keeps telling me that Brisbane sucks now, and not to go back.
Anyways, after my bilious outburst, I have nothing left to add, except that I have some fun stuff coming this week, like Cannibal Corpse on Tuesday, Antilight on Saturday and more job hunting.
Enough Blogging.
Over and out.
J
It's Easter Sunday. In all the religions that matter to me, this is a time of rebirth, and celebration.
For me, last night I felt like celebrating for a different reason.
As you all know, I've had some serious adventures this week. Went down to Brightonon Tuesday/Wednesday, had Camden shenanigans with The Scare on Thursday and got Gabba'd in Camberwell at The Red Star on Friday.
Fortunately, since all these adventures involved Australian performers, it meant that I could write about them for Fasterlouder.com.au.
So I wrote the reviews as soon as I could, printed them out last night before the first episode of the new season of Dr Who (which, by the by, ROCKED, but more on that later), marked them up after Dr Who and then uploaded them just after 2100 here at the Net Cafe.
That's three more reviews uploaded. Naturally they'll have to be approved, but three reviews written in one week is nothing to sneeze at, in my opinion.
I've got no idea when this many Australian acts will be coming through the UK again, so I don't know if this momentum is anywhere near sustainable.
[checks stargreen] Not much coming up.
Hmm, the Psycroptic show is on the 10th of May. I wonder if I'll be able to get doorlisted for that. Maybe Hilary can swing it.
Dammit, so many good shows coming up.
Anyways, I was feeling so jubilant last night that I felt that I deserved to go out and celebrate, and with the resources at hand I had two choices for a club to go to: Slimelight or this other one in High Holborn that a girl had told me to come to.
So I picked the one in High Holborn. I so should have gone to Slimelight. The PA was too terrible, the DJs were clueless, the venue was ridiculous, the acoustics were terrible and the crowd was everything that caused me to flee from the Goth community into the arms of Hardcore. Creepy old guys, fat girls in hideously inappropriate clothes, men who don't realise that you never wear brown shoes with black jeans.
And the girl that had invited me completely ignored me. I'll sound arrogant and snobbish saying this, but Fuck it, I'm better than those people and I'm better than that kind of treatment.
Having said that, I did stay til the end. What a self esteem sapping experience that was.
I've learned my lesson. From here on in, if I want to go to Slimes, or a gabba night, or anything else like that, I'm going. I will not debase myself by going to support someone's friend's club for people who still think that Anne Rice is really cool.
God, it's pathetic that I didn't turn on my heel and run as soon as I saw the place.
As soon as it closed, I decided to take the next bus home. As so I arrive home before daylight on a Sunday for a change.
I can't believe that two and a half hours in a crap club managed to suck all the Joie de Vivre out of me. We're talking about all the uplift of THREE REVIEWS UPLOADED and a NEW EPISODE of DR WHO combined.
Never mind. At least I pocketed a complimentary chocolate egg, which I'm going to eat tonight. And I have sworn that never, ever, ever again will I a) go to an event organised by any member of the London Vampyr Society or b) follow my dick when I should be trusting my brain or my heart. In that order.
Fuck.
For some reason I feel a hankering to talk to some of my old Brisbane cronies.
Richard Landsberg et al.
Everyone keeps telling me that Brisbane sucks now, and not to go back.
Anyways, after my bilious outburst, I have nothing left to add, except that I have some fun stuff coming this week, like Cannibal Corpse on Tuesday, Antilight on Saturday and more job hunting.
Enough Blogging.
Over and out.
J
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