Hi From The Cheap Seats:
Hey,
I'm blogging from an internet cafe down from Leicester Square tonight. I might be meeting a friend later, so I didn't feel like going all the way to Leytonstone. This cafe isn't bad, but for some reason the administrator has disabled the multiple windows function, an absolute necessity for the way that I surf (ie a million windows open, flipping between the different things as my attention span and loading times dictate).
I've managed to get around it by clicking things in Hotmail that are scripted to open in a new window, and then directing the new window to a new URL.
Last night I saw Psycroptic and Nile play. Psycroptic were good, but they had a lousy mix in a room notorious for awful sound. Still, it's another review for Fasterlouder to do. I started writing the review today. It's still first draft, and I think I left out some stuff that I want to say (I try very hard to maintain a very balanced tone in the reviews (falling on the positive side), and I don't write reviews that I think will come across as overly negative... some might remember me agonizing over whether I should write a review which said that the Ben Lee show I went to was worse than Chinese Water Torture).
As I said, Psycroptic were good (not brilliant, their stage presence needs work) but they were good.
While hobnobbing afterwards I ran into Rachel aka Hekate, the Swiss Break/Noise queen, and introduced her to two of the Psycroptic lads. Strangely, they got along like a house on fire. Score one by Jason for inter-scene relations. Of course, there is a big crossover between the extreme metal and the extreme electronic community here in London, it just seems to be in Australia that the communities are more segregated. Put it down to London being a cultural atom-smasher (of course, how does that explain the Dillinger Escape Plan being so into Aphex Twin and Squarepusher when they are from New Jersey?).
Today I hunkered down to write the Psycroptic Review. Clarissa, Nenad's German friend that is crashing at the flat for a week was around, running out to buy a phone charger before heading back out again.
Around half three I headed to the net caff to check my email then took the tube to Oxford Circus to ask the Apple Shop boffins about my iPod (it froze on the tube last night, worringly 20 minutes after I dropped it). Anyways, I was told that if that happened, I was to hold down the menu and middle button until it turned off, and then reinstall everything. Not leave it until the battery runs flat (which is what I did last night... I didn't think to read the manual, okay?).
Anyways, it seems to be okay right now (I was playing it on the tube, and later while I was chilling in Leicester Square) and it didn't freeze, so I think it will be alright for a while. Accordng to Ebay I can get another one pretty cheaply. I'll try to find the warranty card to see if it is still under warranty (did I get it over a year ago? I can't remember). If I do claim it under warranty, the Appleshop bloke told me not to mention that I dropped it. Grr, dropping it is one of the things that only seems to happen when you change your routine. In any case, I have gotten some pretty extreme mileage out of said iPod, and the damn things are getting cheaper so I would happily pay to replace it.
In fact, I'll start a personal fund in case such a situation arises.
I did promise philosophising, didn't I? I can't think of any right now.
The only philosophising I can think of is that I am becoming worryingly good at taking cold showers. The trick seems to be to start off cold, not start off hold then freak out when the hot water runs out and the water turns arctic. Of course, the fact that summer is now looming large seems to be helping. In a weird way, I like taking cold showers, it makes me feel somehow tougher and reinforces the sense that I can deal with life's vicissitudes (which is funny, because anyone who knows me knows that I am basically an indoor cat/total wuss with no pain threshold). Maybe I was a Spartan in a previous life. Maybe I'll join the Polar Bears sometime.
Still, I do hope that my Landlady sorts out the boiler before the weather gets cold again.
My friend Scotty sent me an email saying that he would probably be going to the No Fixed Abode party this weekend, which I was planning to go to as well.
I might also see what Electro Rose of Texas is up to.
Tonight I polish the review, and tomorrow I send it off.
Gotta go.
Over and out.
J
I'm blogging from an internet cafe down from Leicester Square tonight. I might be meeting a friend later, so I didn't feel like going all the way to Leytonstone. This cafe isn't bad, but for some reason the administrator has disabled the multiple windows function, an absolute necessity for the way that I surf (ie a million windows open, flipping between the different things as my attention span and loading times dictate).
I've managed to get around it by clicking things in Hotmail that are scripted to open in a new window, and then directing the new window to a new URL.
Last night I saw Psycroptic and Nile play. Psycroptic were good, but they had a lousy mix in a room notorious for awful sound. Still, it's another review for Fasterlouder to do. I started writing the review today. It's still first draft, and I think I left out some stuff that I want to say (I try very hard to maintain a very balanced tone in the reviews (falling on the positive side), and I don't write reviews that I think will come across as overly negative... some might remember me agonizing over whether I should write a review which said that the Ben Lee show I went to was worse than Chinese Water Torture).
As I said, Psycroptic were good (not brilliant, their stage presence needs work) but they were good.
While hobnobbing afterwards I ran into Rachel aka Hekate, the Swiss Break/Noise queen, and introduced her to two of the Psycroptic lads. Strangely, they got along like a house on fire. Score one by Jason for inter-scene relations. Of course, there is a big crossover between the extreme metal and the extreme electronic community here in London, it just seems to be in Australia that the communities are more segregated. Put it down to London being a cultural atom-smasher (of course, how does that explain the Dillinger Escape Plan being so into Aphex Twin and Squarepusher when they are from New Jersey?).
Today I hunkered down to write the Psycroptic Review. Clarissa, Nenad's German friend that is crashing at the flat for a week was around, running out to buy a phone charger before heading back out again.
Around half three I headed to the net caff to check my email then took the tube to Oxford Circus to ask the Apple Shop boffins about my iPod (it froze on the tube last night, worringly 20 minutes after I dropped it). Anyways, I was told that if that happened, I was to hold down the menu and middle button until it turned off, and then reinstall everything. Not leave it until the battery runs flat (which is what I did last night... I didn't think to read the manual, okay?).
Anyways, it seems to be okay right now (I was playing it on the tube, and later while I was chilling in Leicester Square) and it didn't freeze, so I think it will be alright for a while. Accordng to Ebay I can get another one pretty cheaply. I'll try to find the warranty card to see if it is still under warranty (did I get it over a year ago? I can't remember). If I do claim it under warranty, the Appleshop bloke told me not to mention that I dropped it. Grr, dropping it is one of the things that only seems to happen when you change your routine. In any case, I have gotten some pretty extreme mileage out of said iPod, and the damn things are getting cheaper so I would happily pay to replace it.
In fact, I'll start a personal fund in case such a situation arises.
I did promise philosophising, didn't I? I can't think of any right now.
The only philosophising I can think of is that I am becoming worryingly good at taking cold showers. The trick seems to be to start off cold, not start off hold then freak out when the hot water runs out and the water turns arctic. Of course, the fact that summer is now looming large seems to be helping. In a weird way, I like taking cold showers, it makes me feel somehow tougher and reinforces the sense that I can deal with life's vicissitudes (which is funny, because anyone who knows me knows that I am basically an indoor cat/total wuss with no pain threshold). Maybe I was a Spartan in a previous life. Maybe I'll join the Polar Bears sometime.
Still, I do hope that my Landlady sorts out the boiler before the weather gets cold again.
My friend Scotty sent me an email saying that he would probably be going to the No Fixed Abode party this weekend, which I was planning to go to as well.
I might also see what Electro Rose of Texas is up to.
Tonight I polish the review, and tomorrow I send it off.
Gotta go.
Over and out.
J
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