Backyard Babies and Motor
Hey All,
The Backyard Babies show was pretty good. Hard rock done punk style with close harmonies and killer melodies. Lots of local Rockstars turned out, including at least half of the Wildhearts. Pretty good show, even though The Mean Fiddler is not my favourite venue (it's too hot, too smoky, the sound is crap and the toilet attendants are creepy). My good pal Regis was also at the show, once again providing photographic cover-fire while I scribbled my notes. We seem to be doing more work together than Fred and Ginger.
Actual snippet of conversation (read Regis with a French Accent).
Regis: I was just thinking last night, 'This is strange, I haven't seen Jason this week'.
Me: Dude, last night I saw you at the Hatebreed show, shooting the band. You didn't see me because I was up on the Balcony.
After that I wandered into deepest darkest to see Motor at Madame JoJos. Seen Eyes Wide Shut? Remember the nightclub scene? That's the place.
I was seeing Motor at the suggestion of a good friend of mine, who insisted that they were a great live act (which face it, is pretty unusual for electronic based bands). And they were. They may have been three hipsters monkeying about on stage with two mics, a laptop, a keyboard, an octopad drum trigger thingo and the ever-present rear projection, but I really enjoyed watching their set.
Even though the JoJos crowd didn't get them and cleared the floor : (
Hung out at JoJos with my friend and then headed back to Leytonstone, arriving just in time to find out that my friend's purse had been stolen on the bus back to Camden. Lousy end to a great evening for my friend, and I wasn't happy to hear about it either.
For those who don't know: London Council decided to retire the Routemasters and bring in long bendy buses, Brisbane style. Screw that fact that bendy buses like long, straight streets, and London is a haphazard criss-cross of goat-tracks. Screw the fact that buses in London have to stop and start constantly, leading several of the bendy buses to reportedly catch fire as the engine struggled to cope.
Nope the reason people hate bendy buses is because they are favoured by gangs who like to have one guy grab purses, handbags and whatnot and leap out the door while his mates hold you back.
Moral of the story? Don't sit near the door, watch your stuff but most importantly, don't ride bendy buses in London.
Anyways, today I have errands to run, tonight I have writing to do. But tomorrow night I'm being sent to cover Motorhead at the Brixton Academy (I'd prefer to see Laibach at the Mean Fiddler, but I can't turn down work. Not if I'm trying to build a reputation as the Reliable Go-To Guy, always up for a show and always delivers consistent copy in a timely manner.
Of course, now that I'm officially in print (again!), I think it is high time to start looking at who else needs scribblers (I wonder if Time Out would take me).
Enough for now. Better get onto those errands.
Over and out.
-J
The Backyard Babies show was pretty good. Hard rock done punk style with close harmonies and killer melodies. Lots of local Rockstars turned out, including at least half of the Wildhearts. Pretty good show, even though The Mean Fiddler is not my favourite venue (it's too hot, too smoky, the sound is crap and the toilet attendants are creepy). My good pal Regis was also at the show, once again providing photographic cover-fire while I scribbled my notes. We seem to be doing more work together than Fred and Ginger.
Actual snippet of conversation (read Regis with a French Accent).
Regis: I was just thinking last night, 'This is strange, I haven't seen Jason this week'.
Me: Dude, last night I saw you at the Hatebreed show, shooting the band. You didn't see me because I was up on the Balcony.
After that I wandered into deepest darkest to see Motor at Madame JoJos. Seen Eyes Wide Shut? Remember the nightclub scene? That's the place.
I was seeing Motor at the suggestion of a good friend of mine, who insisted that they were a great live act (which face it, is pretty unusual for electronic based bands). And they were. They may have been three hipsters monkeying about on stage with two mics, a laptop, a keyboard, an octopad drum trigger thingo and the ever-present rear projection, but I really enjoyed watching their set.
Even though the JoJos crowd didn't get them and cleared the floor : (
Hung out at JoJos with my friend and then headed back to Leytonstone, arriving just in time to find out that my friend's purse had been stolen on the bus back to Camden. Lousy end to a great evening for my friend, and I wasn't happy to hear about it either.
For those who don't know: London Council decided to retire the Routemasters and bring in long bendy buses, Brisbane style. Screw that fact that bendy buses like long, straight streets, and London is a haphazard criss-cross of goat-tracks. Screw the fact that buses in London have to stop and start constantly, leading several of the bendy buses to reportedly catch fire as the engine struggled to cope.
Nope the reason people hate bendy buses is because they are favoured by gangs who like to have one guy grab purses, handbags and whatnot and leap out the door while his mates hold you back.
Moral of the story? Don't sit near the door, watch your stuff but most importantly, don't ride bendy buses in London.
Anyways, today I have errands to run, tonight I have writing to do. But tomorrow night I'm being sent to cover Motorhead at the Brixton Academy (I'd prefer to see Laibach at the Mean Fiddler, but I can't turn down work. Not if I'm trying to build a reputation as the Reliable Go-To Guy, always up for a show and always delivers consistent copy in a timely manner.
Of course, now that I'm officially in print (again!), I think it is high time to start looking at who else needs scribblers (I wonder if Time Out would take me).
Enough for now. Better get onto those errands.
Over and out.
-J
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