Another Review Up!
Hey All,
I just submitted another review to Fasterlouder.com.au
Decided not to go out to the Zyklon show last night, just since I felt like having an earlier night, and I had already spent too long surfing the internet, so by the time I got to the venue Zyklon would have already started.
After I got home I realised that if I had gone, I would have been wearing my longsleeve Emperor shirt to a Zyklon show (two of the members of Zyklon were in Emperor, one of them a founding member). I'm not sure whether in the genteel society of Extreme Metal in London that counts as a faux pas or not.
Anyways, I did what I threatened to do: fried a steak and watched Jonathan Ross. The steak was pretty good (I've discovered that despite what schmancy restaurants tell you, the steak is more tender if it's cooked through rather than purple in the middle). But I had to eat it without any bread, since the loaf that I bought two days ago was already mouldy. Lousy British Bread - full of preservatives and emulsifiers.
Anyways, Clarissa and Nenad went out to some HipHop thing in South London and I stayed home, taking a call from Australia and eventually watching a John Waters movie on BBC1 called Pecker. It had Eddie Furlong playing a strangely naive photographer and Christina Ricci playing a neurotic Baltimore girl. The plot was pretty basic.
But what really made it special was all the John Waters bizarroness interlaced with might be some of his straightest work yet. While some of his movies are pure insanity, this one seemed to be comparatively reined it, with the weirdness providing a pleasant counterpoint rather than overwhelming the whole show.
After that I think I did some reading and went to bed.
Today: Woke up at 11. Not bad for a Saturday. Cold shower, towels in the wash then jump on the tube to go to the Justina Robson/Joe Abercrombie book signing at Forbidden Planet.
I wound up running pretty late, but unlike the Neil Gaiman signing I missed a few months back (I was told there were lines down the block) it was pretty low key, and I got to chat to both Justina and Joe about directions they'd taken in their writing, what prompted those decisions, what they read etc. I actually bought the Joe Abecrombie book, even though I was just there to get the Justina Robson book signed.
Tube back to Leytonstone, checked email, back to flat, pulled towels out of washer, edited the Psycroptic review, saved it to the chip and brought it down here.
[There are soccer hooligans outside the door discussing the Westham v Somebody else game]
As I didn't have any small change, I couldn't get it printed out on paper. So I read through it line by line, fixing the typos, clarifying the copy and cutting off the fat. My challenge to myself was to say all I wanted to say and still make sure that it was under 500 words. When I sent it off, it came in at 485. Neato.
As I have mentioned (I think I mentioned it earlier) I am working on developing a much denser writing style (though blogging here is my writing equivalent of a big bowl of Ice Cream - an indulgent luxury).
I don't know when the next Australian show in London is going to be. I think Architecture in Helsinki are playing somewhere sometime, but I would rather cut off my eyelids with a razor blade and dive into a tube of lemon juice. I do know that the Resin Dogs are playing in London in June.
Looks like I signed on to those other outlets in the nick of time.
Now all I have to do is get writing etc.
And all the other stuff I have to do.
Tonight I head out to another No Fixed Abode breakcore party, this time in Hackney Wick. I don't expect to get mugged in between the venue and the train station, but I'm leaving everything worth stealing at home all the same.
Over and out.
J
I just submitted another review to Fasterlouder.com.au
Decided not to go out to the Zyklon show last night, just since I felt like having an earlier night, and I had already spent too long surfing the internet, so by the time I got to the venue Zyklon would have already started.
After I got home I realised that if I had gone, I would have been wearing my longsleeve Emperor shirt to a Zyklon show (two of the members of Zyklon were in Emperor, one of them a founding member). I'm not sure whether in the genteel society of Extreme Metal in London that counts as a faux pas or not.
Anyways, I did what I threatened to do: fried a steak and watched Jonathan Ross. The steak was pretty good (I've discovered that despite what schmancy restaurants tell you, the steak is more tender if it's cooked through rather than purple in the middle). But I had to eat it without any bread, since the loaf that I bought two days ago was already mouldy. Lousy British Bread - full of preservatives and emulsifiers.
Anyways, Clarissa and Nenad went out to some HipHop thing in South London and I stayed home, taking a call from Australia and eventually watching a John Waters movie on BBC1 called Pecker. It had Eddie Furlong playing a strangely naive photographer and Christina Ricci playing a neurotic Baltimore girl. The plot was pretty basic.
But what really made it special was all the John Waters bizarroness interlaced with might be some of his straightest work yet. While some of his movies are pure insanity, this one seemed to be comparatively reined it, with the weirdness providing a pleasant counterpoint rather than overwhelming the whole show.
After that I think I did some reading and went to bed.
Today: Woke up at 11. Not bad for a Saturday. Cold shower, towels in the wash then jump on the tube to go to the Justina Robson/Joe Abercrombie book signing at Forbidden Planet.
I wound up running pretty late, but unlike the Neil Gaiman signing I missed a few months back (I was told there were lines down the block) it was pretty low key, and I got to chat to both Justina and Joe about directions they'd taken in their writing, what prompted those decisions, what they read etc. I actually bought the Joe Abecrombie book, even though I was just there to get the Justina Robson book signed.
Tube back to Leytonstone, checked email, back to flat, pulled towels out of washer, edited the Psycroptic review, saved it to the chip and brought it down here.
[There are soccer hooligans outside the door discussing the Westham v Somebody else game]
As I didn't have any small change, I couldn't get it printed out on paper. So I read through it line by line, fixing the typos, clarifying the copy and cutting off the fat. My challenge to myself was to say all I wanted to say and still make sure that it was under 500 words. When I sent it off, it came in at 485. Neato.
As I have mentioned (I think I mentioned it earlier) I am working on developing a much denser writing style (though blogging here is my writing equivalent of a big bowl of Ice Cream - an indulgent luxury).
I don't know when the next Australian show in London is going to be. I think Architecture in Helsinki are playing somewhere sometime, but I would rather cut off my eyelids with a razor blade and dive into a tube of lemon juice. I do know that the Resin Dogs are playing in London in June.
Looks like I signed on to those other outlets in the nick of time.
Now all I have to do is get writing etc.
And all the other stuff I have to do.
Tonight I head out to another No Fixed Abode breakcore party, this time in Hackney Wick. I don't expect to get mugged in between the venue and the train station, but I'm leaving everything worth stealing at home all the same.
Over and out.
J
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