Wah Ha Hey!
Hey all,
I've had an interesting 24 hours.
My Swedish flatmate reappeared after having nearly 20 days abscence, and it turns out that he was in New York City. He could have left a note! If he'd told me that he was going, I would have told him to look out for Elea, as she kicks it large in Spanish Harlem and The Knitting Factory.
I myself took a phone call from Australia (I was sorry to hear that the ailing family dog has just gone to the kennel in the sky), and then I did just what I threatened to do, ie went to bed early on Friday night. Yep, in bed by Midnight (pretty damn early by my standards). I woke up at half seven and watched some cartoons.
While watching said cartoons, I stumbled across one called Legend of the Avatar (but I think its US Title is Avatar: Last of the Windbenders). I liked it for a couple of reasons:
First of all, it was rendered Anime Style, but not pure Japanese anime. At the time I figured it might be Korean (there are subtle differences in style). It turns out that it was actually made in America by Nickelodeon, but I didn't know that til today.
In any case, even though I only saw one episode, I was impressed by the writing, the incredible artwork (the backgrounds were exquisite), the cinematic stylings of photography (actual depth of field effects used!), the nods to Steampunk and the characterisations. Not to mention the soundtrack, which was curiously enough featured moments of ambient martial industrial, of all things.
I don't know that I'll be getting up early every Saturday to watch it (the cartoon content to advertising/station promo/hosts faffing around ratio was pretty damn terrible), but I think that I will have a look through Forbidden Planet to see if the DVDs are out yet.
I also fryed up my steak, knowing I wouldn't have time to fry it in the evening. I mention this because somehow I managed to get the frying just right, and the steak came out deliciously tender.
The rest of the day was pretty quiet, with me wondering if I should go see some friends who would be playing a show in Wimbledon. Not knowing anything about London Geography, by the time I actually made it to Wimbledon (which seem to be deep in the SouthWest of London, with me being in the North East!) their show was over, so I jumped back on the tube with a view to going to Slimelight in Angel.
The chaos caused by all the tube repairs/alterations etc meant that I had to jump on a bus when I could have been tubing, then I had to change a Euston. Walking to Euston Station I found a lodge/club that is built into a marble block sitting on the corner of a park. London can be exquisitely weird.
I finally made it to Slimelight by midnight.
Notable about my night at Slimelight: me dancing in a subdued rather than manic fashion; the upstairs room being mostly noisy-trance rather than noisy-noise; talking to the half-chinese girl I met at the STJ after-party a month-and-a-half ago; and seeing the girl that I met after the Skinny Puppy show last September for the first time since then (after seeing her friend Colin a bunch of times since then).
We had an interesting chat about Electro, synthpop, the history of Detroit Techno, musical software and other topics of mutual interest. It was good seeing her again, because the Skinny Puppy show last year was right about the time that I actually began to find things in London that I wanted to find.
At Half-seven the club closed, and I decided to take the tube back to Leytonstone instead of looking around Camden. So far I've had a quiet morning, eating Smoked Tofu (my latest addiction), browsing the Sunday Times Culture Liftout (the sardonic TV reviewer said some funny but unfair things about Lost, I'd email him to take him to task if the coward would publish his email address), and reading some of the library books I've got out.
I've got a quietly interesting week ahead of me:
Monday: writing job applications, and delivering that envelope to my landlady. The travelling doesn't bother me, because I read on the tube. Seriously, I would ride the tube from end to end reading all the way if I wasn't afraid that it would multiply the chances of me being blown up.
Wednesday: Technical Death/Grind with Psycroptic at the Scala supporting Nile. Since Psycroptic are from Tasmania, it means that I can review them for Fasterlouder.
[a little while later]
I am currently trawling the internet for other webzines that I might be able to contribute to. I am starting with Metal Webzines, just because there are some great metal shows coming, and I'll be able to hit the ground running.
I'm finding the contact details and emailing the editors.
[later still]
Okay, I've sent out a bunch of emails asking the various editors of various webzines if they would like me to review shows for them, with links to my fasterlouder.com.au reviews.
I'll attack the hardcore webzines tomorrow, and maybe even see if I can find some links to print things.
That's enough of that for now.
Over and out.
J
I've had an interesting 24 hours.
My Swedish flatmate reappeared after having nearly 20 days abscence, and it turns out that he was in New York City. He could have left a note! If he'd told me that he was going, I would have told him to look out for Elea, as she kicks it large in Spanish Harlem and The Knitting Factory.
I myself took a phone call from Australia (I was sorry to hear that the ailing family dog has just gone to the kennel in the sky), and then I did just what I threatened to do, ie went to bed early on Friday night. Yep, in bed by Midnight (pretty damn early by my standards). I woke up at half seven and watched some cartoons.
While watching said cartoons, I stumbled across one called Legend of the Avatar (but I think its US Title is Avatar: Last of the Windbenders). I liked it for a couple of reasons:
First of all, it was rendered Anime Style, but not pure Japanese anime. At the time I figured it might be Korean (there are subtle differences in style). It turns out that it was actually made in America by Nickelodeon, but I didn't know that til today.
In any case, even though I only saw one episode, I was impressed by the writing, the incredible artwork (the backgrounds were exquisite), the cinematic stylings of photography (actual depth of field effects used!), the nods to Steampunk and the characterisations. Not to mention the soundtrack, which was curiously enough featured moments of ambient martial industrial, of all things.
I don't know that I'll be getting up early every Saturday to watch it (the cartoon content to advertising/station promo/hosts faffing around ratio was pretty damn terrible), but I think that I will have a look through Forbidden Planet to see if the DVDs are out yet.
I also fryed up my steak, knowing I wouldn't have time to fry it in the evening. I mention this because somehow I managed to get the frying just right, and the steak came out deliciously tender.
The rest of the day was pretty quiet, with me wondering if I should go see some friends who would be playing a show in Wimbledon. Not knowing anything about London Geography, by the time I actually made it to Wimbledon (which seem to be deep in the SouthWest of London, with me being in the North East!) their show was over, so I jumped back on the tube with a view to going to Slimelight in Angel.
The chaos caused by all the tube repairs/alterations etc meant that I had to jump on a bus when I could have been tubing, then I had to change a Euston. Walking to Euston Station I found a lodge/club that is built into a marble block sitting on the corner of a park. London can be exquisitely weird.
I finally made it to Slimelight by midnight.
Notable about my night at Slimelight: me dancing in a subdued rather than manic fashion; the upstairs room being mostly noisy-trance rather than noisy-noise; talking to the half-chinese girl I met at the STJ after-party a month-and-a-half ago; and seeing the girl that I met after the Skinny Puppy show last September for the first time since then (after seeing her friend Colin a bunch of times since then).
We had an interesting chat about Electro, synthpop, the history of Detroit Techno, musical software and other topics of mutual interest. It was good seeing her again, because the Skinny Puppy show last year was right about the time that I actually began to find things in London that I wanted to find.
At Half-seven the club closed, and I decided to take the tube back to Leytonstone instead of looking around Camden. So far I've had a quiet morning, eating Smoked Tofu (my latest addiction), browsing the Sunday Times Culture Liftout (the sardonic TV reviewer said some funny but unfair things about Lost, I'd email him to take him to task if the coward would publish his email address), and reading some of the library books I've got out.
I've got a quietly interesting week ahead of me:
Monday: writing job applications, and delivering that envelope to my landlady. The travelling doesn't bother me, because I read on the tube. Seriously, I would ride the tube from end to end reading all the way if I wasn't afraid that it would multiply the chances of me being blown up.
Wednesday: Technical Death/Grind with Psycroptic at the Scala supporting Nile. Since Psycroptic are from Tasmania, it means that I can review them for Fasterlouder.
[a little while later]
I am currently trawling the internet for other webzines that I might be able to contribute to. I am starting with Metal Webzines, just because there are some great metal shows coming, and I'll be able to hit the ground running.
I'm finding the contact details and emailing the editors.
[later still]
Okay, I've sent out a bunch of emails asking the various editors of various webzines if they would like me to review shows for them, with links to my fasterlouder.com.au reviews.
I'll attack the hardcore webzines tomorrow, and maybe even see if I can find some links to print things.
That's enough of that for now.
Over and out.
J
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