I got my life
Another little update of my existence just to show I'm still, well, in existence. I've arrived back in the Cambridge, perhaps not in the happiest states of mind, but the wheels are in motion for Sorting Things Out. Expect Big News. Or maybe not, I've not really decided. Give it a week or so.
Otherwise, things are flowing along pretty well, receiving plenty of music action. First up was an impromptu attendance at Wembley Arena to see Depeche Mode with Michael, and that was quite an experience. I don't think I've ever seen a stage made up so much with robots, picture walls, text displays... lots of distraction. Great stuff, especially hearing Personal Jesus and Enjoy The Silence, two glorious poptastic tunes.
Not long after, Chris and I went below the arches of London Bridge station to attend the Insomniacs' Ball, London's first all-nighter mini-festival, whatever that is supposed to mean. Basically, SEOne was transformed into four rooms of exciting showmanship from various bands, such as the supertastic British Sea Power, who I never fail to tire of seeing live, and many other bands. White Rose Movement were generally a bit noisy and incoherent, I wasn't really feeling them. The Pipettes were sassy and how glam should be (even if they're not particularly tuneful either), and Art Brut we missed. Oh, oh! Captain Black, a chance encounter if ever there was one, pumped out some very danceable music, of a genre I'm not particularly certain how to classify. A bit early Libertinesy, but more clean-cut. Fun either way.
Another interesting encounter at this nocturnal shindig was the Latest Craze(tm) in the form of laughing gas being sold for the rather steep £2/balloon. (Still cheaper and more fun than queuing a lifetime to pay £4.50 for a bottle of crappy, manky piss-water lager stuff.) Having seen this stuff around for a couple of years now but not having had the inclination to try it, now seemed the ideal opportunity to imbibe. And I can report soundly that it is quite enjoyable indeed. Off your head for a good few minutes, imagine poppers that work, minus the awful headrush and headaches that come afterwards. Good, clean fun in the true sense of it.
DJing was provided by Eddy Temple-Morris of Xfm, The Rakes, and Cooper Temple Clause in three of the rooms. Quite a variation in quality, so it was handy to be able to circulate. Chris appreciated the playing of several old school tracks, and there was some good partying going on.
Interesting to note was the pretension level that was maintained by the waif-like indie kids (and that's just the boys) in their just-about-to-fall-down hip-clinging skinny jeans that are just sooo... (we shan't dwell on that too long), and dodgy shirt/tie combo, with precarious haircut to top it all off. How long will this look continue to last? It's definitely winding it's way out, in which case, we ask, what are the cool kids wearing now? Do we need to know?
And there we go.
Listening: Devendra Banhart and Nina Simone. Not together, separately of course.
Posted: 20-04-06 15:58 :: Permalink: http://ben.corale.co.uk/archive/v1/224.html
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Wolfie writes You went to see Depeche Mode without me?!?! I was In Love with David Gahan before you were born, young man. Did you ever see the documentary 101 (I used to own a signed copy, but I sold it on eBay). Commented: 21-04-06 08:39