Adventures
Hey All,
Last night was fun.
Started off with the Aiden show, getting there at about half seven deliberately to avoid the crap emo support bands.
Downside: The Astoria was way too fucking hot (ventilation people! Seriously!) and full of creepy young emo-kids. Creepy young, SWEATY emo kids. I literally couldn't move without getting coated with somebody else's sweat.
And despite reports to the contrary it turned out that my press pass was still in my editor's name (thankfully the guestlist woman was cool about letting me through, it could have been a hassle otherwise).
Upside: when Aiden finally started, they put on a good show that made the oppressive heat and humidity almost bearable. Wil Francis is one hell of a showman, and the band as a whole rocked out nicely.
Next: Camden and the Devonshire Arms, where I got talking to some newlyweds from Detroit (honeymooning in Europe). The groom actually had a knowledge of old-school Australian bands (Radio Birdman, The Saints, Boys Next Door, Beasts of Bourbon etc) that I found impressive to say the least. I took them along to Antilight at Koko to see Queen Adreena play a fierce set.
The Swede was supposed to play a DJ set, but the club was closed early, so we took a bus to a club in Tufnell Park and chilled there.
After that I went by myself down to Angel to maybe hole up in Electrowerks until the tubes started running (my standard strategy when I'm otherwise facing the N8 home).
Instead I ran into Sonja and Tim (friends I haven't seen in months) outside, and wound up hanging with them by the canals and watching the urban wildlife go by (ducks, mice, squirrels, an oddly relaxed fox etc). There were barges on the canal, one of them pretty damn big.
Sometimes I think I'd like to live on a barge, but I've got a thing about needing Hot Showers, Broadband and Headroom. Actually, I suspect that a good barge will let you stand up straight, but the Hot Showers and non-negotiable.
As Slimes closed we doubled back and talked to all the people spilling out. Seeing all of them at once, instead of spread over a whole night, was like clubbing in fast forward.
Hmm. Speed Clubbing. Jason Runs to the Patents Office.
Hmm. Online Patents Office... Jason Runs Back to the Patents Office (someone probably already thought of it, though).
I tagged along with some friends to house in Walthamstow (somewhere in the vicinity of the William Morris Museum, which I always mean to check out) and we all played with kittens.
A bus took me back to Leytonstone, where I caught some much needed sleep.
Neato.
Just found out my sister is coming to London from New York next weekend. Should be a blast.
Tomorrow there's a Neil Gaiman Reading. Sweet.
Enough for now.
Over and out.
-J
Last night was fun.
Started off with the Aiden show, getting there at about half seven deliberately to avoid the crap emo support bands.
Downside: The Astoria was way too fucking hot (ventilation people! Seriously!) and full of creepy young emo-kids. Creepy young, SWEATY emo kids. I literally couldn't move without getting coated with somebody else's sweat.
And despite reports to the contrary it turned out that my press pass was still in my editor's name (thankfully the guestlist woman was cool about letting me through, it could have been a hassle otherwise).
Upside: when Aiden finally started, they put on a good show that made the oppressive heat and humidity almost bearable. Wil Francis is one hell of a showman, and the band as a whole rocked out nicely.
Next: Camden and the Devonshire Arms, where I got talking to some newlyweds from Detroit (honeymooning in Europe). The groom actually had a knowledge of old-school Australian bands (Radio Birdman, The Saints, Boys Next Door, Beasts of Bourbon etc) that I found impressive to say the least. I took them along to Antilight at Koko to see Queen Adreena play a fierce set.
The Swede was supposed to play a DJ set, but the club was closed early, so we took a bus to a club in Tufnell Park and chilled there.
After that I went by myself down to Angel to maybe hole up in Electrowerks until the tubes started running (my standard strategy when I'm otherwise facing the N8 home).
Instead I ran into Sonja and Tim (friends I haven't seen in months) outside, and wound up hanging with them by the canals and watching the urban wildlife go by (ducks, mice, squirrels, an oddly relaxed fox etc). There were barges on the canal, one of them pretty damn big.
Sometimes I think I'd like to live on a barge, but I've got a thing about needing Hot Showers, Broadband and Headroom. Actually, I suspect that a good barge will let you stand up straight, but the Hot Showers and non-negotiable.
As Slimes closed we doubled back and talked to all the people spilling out. Seeing all of them at once, instead of spread over a whole night, was like clubbing in fast forward.
Hmm. Speed Clubbing. Jason Runs to the Patents Office.
Hmm. Online Patents Office... Jason Runs Back to the Patents Office (someone probably already thought of it, though).
I tagged along with some friends to house in Walthamstow (somewhere in the vicinity of the William Morris Museum, which I always mean to check out) and we all played with kittens.
A bus took me back to Leytonstone, where I caught some much needed sleep.
Neato.
Just found out my sister is coming to London from New York next weekend. Should be a blast.
Tomorrow there's a Neil Gaiman Reading. Sweet.
Enough for now.
Over and out.
-J
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