Ojos de Brujo were good, well at least what we saw of them was. We were late and what with the need to leave the auditorium to get beer or smoke every few minutes we probably only saw a third of the gig.
Not that it mattered the night was good anyway, we missed the last train back, the only thing that really seemed to be open late in Coventry was Dogma. Paul wasn't too keen but I dragged him in (he kept mentioning the weatherspoons). It was a club of two extremes, upstairs is a poncy overbright bar of the broad street variety downstairs a dingy electrohouse club of the digbeth style. Paul didn't like either and drank himself to sleep.
Caught the National Express bus home and got in again after three. This time no Jeff Mills.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Edward's Birthday
Going out on a Tuesday night to a club full of teenagers till threeish in the morning is wrong. But it was my brother's birthday and he would never have forgiven me if I had said that I needed to be tucked between the sheets away from the elements or that I was writing prose in homage to pussy like some of my more mature friends had (mature maybe is the wrong word, lazy, boring, useless, perhaps??). So whilst still not completely right does allow some level of mitigation.
Starting off in the Square Peg I met up with Edward and his girlfriend Laura, I was approximately two minutes late and he had already rung my mobile to find out where I was, when his two friends Phil and Igor where fifteen minutes late he became very concerned. The square peg is very cheap and has a huge range of beers and lagers, the ideal place to get tanked up before heading on, the original plan was to go to a chinese but I think they were seduced by the cheapo weatherspoons beer and burger deal (being silly teenagers they scraped the salad of their plates).
Several more different lagers later Ben rang and we arranged to meet in the Sunflower Lounge, then he rang again to change his mind and finally once again to confirm that he was in fact definately going to join us.
The Sunflower Lounge was very busy, strange considering it was a Tuesday night. We played on the quiz machine and wasted lots of money (or at least I wasted lots of money and they shouted out the wrong answers) and drank lots of beers. My brother had arranged to meet some more friends in the bar but they didn't turn up so he was quite pleased when Ben arrived.
My eyes were probably very glazed by this point because everything becomes a little blurry from now on. Ben went home at closing time, I should have done too, and the next thing I knew I was in the Barfly listening to crap music from the nineties. I introduced myself to the DJ as a relic from the previous decade and would he so good as to play Underworld's seminal hit Born Slippy, he just shrugged and grunted like Kevin the Teenager and played some shit by Take That instead, ha ha, cool DJ.
I was rather sozzled when my brother suggested it was time to go home.
When I did get home I listened to the entire Exhibitionist album by Jeff Mills at full volume before finally hitting the sack. My poor neighbours. ;)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696036/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696037/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696041/
Starting off in the Square Peg I met up with Edward and his girlfriend Laura, I was approximately two minutes late and he had already rung my mobile to find out where I was, when his two friends Phil and Igor where fifteen minutes late he became very concerned. The square peg is very cheap and has a huge range of beers and lagers, the ideal place to get tanked up before heading on, the original plan was to go to a chinese but I think they were seduced by the cheapo weatherspoons beer and burger deal (being silly teenagers they scraped the salad of their plates).
Several more different lagers later Ben rang and we arranged to meet in the Sunflower Lounge, then he rang again to change his mind and finally once again to confirm that he was in fact definately going to join us.
The Sunflower Lounge was very busy, strange considering it was a Tuesday night. We played on the quiz machine and wasted lots of money (or at least I wasted lots of money and they shouted out the wrong answers) and drank lots of beers. My brother had arranged to meet some more friends in the bar but they didn't turn up so he was quite pleased when Ben arrived.
My eyes were probably very glazed by this point because everything becomes a little blurry from now on. Ben went home at closing time, I should have done too, and the next thing I knew I was in the Barfly listening to crap music from the nineties. I introduced myself to the DJ as a relic from the previous decade and would he so good as to play Underworld's seminal hit Born Slippy, he just shrugged and grunted like Kevin the Teenager and played some shit by Take That instead, ha ha, cool DJ.
I was rather sozzled when my brother suggested it was time to go home.
When I did get home I listened to the entire Exhibitionist album by Jeff Mills at full volume before finally hitting the sack. My poor neighbours. ;)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696036/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696037/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/st00ka/309696041/
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sleepy Richard
Here is a picture of me before I was able to stay out partying all night. It only just over two years ago. I blame Dan!
Joe may mock but then I didn't sleep for twenty hours a day like he did.
-- from CmdrGravy - (?)
Joe may mock but then I didn't sleep for twenty hours a day like he did.
-- from CmdrGravy - (?)
Sonar 2007
I want to go to Sonar again next year. Return plane tickets from Coventry to Barcelona are still about £50. Festival tickets last year came to about £60-70 for the three days.
They've got some music to listen to on their website which gives an idea of what it's all about. Everything from stoner/drone metal to dubstep to techno.
Sonar a lá Carte
They've got some music to listen to on their website which gives an idea of what it's all about. Everything from stoner/drone metal to dubstep to techno.
Sonar a lá Carte
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Silly Saturday
What a stupid night!
I quite fancied going clubbing but knew that I would have been out on my own so instead went to the Country Girl with Joe and Phil and didn't really plan to do much. It was quite a pleasant evening but as usual after a beer or two I start thinking not about having a couple more chilled out beers followed by a reasonably early night rather where I can find some loud music and strobe lights, how late I can stay out and how much more of a punishment my body can take.
Closing time came and still I was undecided as whether or not to carry the night on. Having a slight bias to being sensible I decided to walk home with Joe however when I reached home just after midnight I decided that it was much too early to go to bed. Not wanting to sit up listening to music/watching TV/drinking on my own, I thought fuck it and caught a taxi into town.
I wanted to see Tim Sheridan from ververywrong at the cocoon club but the door was locked because the place was full, instead I thought that I'd walk across town and try Annie Nightingale at Air but the bouncer said that it was ten quid in and only about fifty people had turned up, I figured that wouldn't be much fun. Next I tried Rooty Frooties but it was bang bang bang hard house and did not fancy that.
I had wanted a change from the med bar but was glad that I ended up there because I bumped into Rich, Steve Lawler was the best DJ I've seen for a while and the place full of very beautiful women.
The music finished too quickly I wanted to stay out longer, luckily so did Rich and his two mates Rob and Ross. After clubbing is always a bit of a daft idea, we chose the Bash Bar which seemed to be full of russian women and polish men. It was fun, I chatted to loads of random people and drank too many beers.
I had left my phone in cab and had my faith restored in humanity when the cab driver turned up in the club about an hour later to return it.
I had the shock of my life when I finally decided to go home, not only was it light but people were arriving in town to go shopping. That's a stoopid time to be leaving.
It's kind of cool living in a city where I don't have to go out till one in the morning but also it's dangerous. Sitting on the bus on the way home I was wondering if I am now the biggest hedonist that I know but clearly I am not as Rich was intending to go straight to work when I left. I also pondered whether I should get something/someone to occupy my Saturday nights with and if the pretty girl sat behind me on the bus who'd obviously just finished clubbing too would mind if I start talking to her. I didn't I was too scared. ;)
I quite fancied going clubbing but knew that I would have been out on my own so instead went to the Country Girl with Joe and Phil and didn't really plan to do much. It was quite a pleasant evening but as usual after a beer or two I start thinking not about having a couple more chilled out beers followed by a reasonably early night rather where I can find some loud music and strobe lights, how late I can stay out and how much more of a punishment my body can take.
Closing time came and still I was undecided as whether or not to carry the night on. Having a slight bias to being sensible I decided to walk home with Joe however when I reached home just after midnight I decided that it was much too early to go to bed. Not wanting to sit up listening to music/watching TV/drinking on my own, I thought fuck it and caught a taxi into town.
I wanted to see Tim Sheridan from ververywrong at the cocoon club but the door was locked because the place was full, instead I thought that I'd walk across town and try Annie Nightingale at Air but the bouncer said that it was ten quid in and only about fifty people had turned up, I figured that wouldn't be much fun. Next I tried Rooty Frooties but it was bang bang bang hard house and did not fancy that.
I had wanted a change from the med bar but was glad that I ended up there because I bumped into Rich, Steve Lawler was the best DJ I've seen for a while and the place full of very beautiful women.
The music finished too quickly I wanted to stay out longer, luckily so did Rich and his two mates Rob and Ross. After clubbing is always a bit of a daft idea, we chose the Bash Bar which seemed to be full of russian women and polish men. It was fun, I chatted to loads of random people and drank too many beers.
I had left my phone in cab and had my faith restored in humanity when the cab driver turned up in the club about an hour later to return it.
I had the shock of my life when I finally decided to go home, not only was it light but people were arriving in town to go shopping. That's a stoopid time to be leaving.
It's kind of cool living in a city where I don't have to go out till one in the morning but also it's dangerous. Sitting on the bus on the way home I was wondering if I am now the biggest hedonist that I know but clearly I am not as Rich was intending to go straight to work when I left. I also pondered whether I should get something/someone to occupy my Saturday nights with and if the pretty girl sat behind me on the bus who'd obviously just finished clubbing too would mind if I start talking to her. I didn't I was too scared. ;)
Friday, November 17, 2006
Subtle
I got stuck at work to quite late last night, there were some contractors here who don't know the difference between 15 mins and an hour and a half. Instead of going home I decided to stay in town, get something to eat and go and see a band. I had the choice between Amy Winehouse, some up and coming "indie" act at the Barfly or a six piece that described themselves as Avant Hip Hop. I decided on the latter.
The support act were called Culprit One. The were straight out of 1992 West Country rave, the music made me feel quite nostalgic. The best way to describe them was a more melodic version of Senser with long Eat Static style instrumental parts. The MC kept shouting about the Birmingham Massive but there was only about ten people watching, his requests for cheers fell on deaf ears.
The main act Subtle sounded like Beck, Aphex Twin, The Scissor Sisters and Talking Heads had got together to make rap music. They dressed in red, white and black (sound familiar?) and had lots of skulls around the stage as well as some giant teeth. The singer did a strange rambling monologue between each song and told some very daft jokes (one of which was something about fisting).
Every band member was multi-instrumental, the drummer played the guitar, moog and xylophone, the keyboard player also played the flute and bass sax. They had someone playing an electric cello with more fx pedals than the most fx laden guitarist and also had an electronic drummer who looked and sounded like the Aphex twin. They are nomally a six piece band but last night were five.
They sang a song about being told that they had the rarest blood type in the world which they could sell to rich people so they decided to make a dance record?? They did another one about being allowed into the Aphex Twin's nuclear bunker to see his collection of skulls.
They were very good and I recommend people check them out.
http://www.subtle6.com
The support act were called Culprit One. The were straight out of 1992 West Country rave, the music made me feel quite nostalgic. The best way to describe them was a more melodic version of Senser with long Eat Static style instrumental parts. The MC kept shouting about the Birmingham Massive but there was only about ten people watching, his requests for cheers fell on deaf ears.
The main act Subtle sounded like Beck, Aphex Twin, The Scissor Sisters and Talking Heads had got together to make rap music. They dressed in red, white and black (sound familiar?) and had lots of skulls around the stage as well as some giant teeth. The singer did a strange rambling monologue between each song and told some very daft jokes (one of which was something about fisting).
Every band member was multi-instrumental, the drummer played the guitar, moog and xylophone, the keyboard player also played the flute and bass sax. They had someone playing an electric cello with more fx pedals than the most fx laden guitarist and also had an electronic drummer who looked and sounded like the Aphex twin. They are nomally a six piece band but last night were five.
They sang a song about being told that they had the rarest blood type in the world which they could sell to rich people so they decided to make a dance record?? They did another one about being allowed into the Aphex Twin's nuclear bunker to see his collection of skulls.
They were very good and I recommend people check them out.
http://www.subtle6.com
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Rebecca
Rebecca is getting married next week. She has yet to tell me. I've heard it off the woman across the road, Richard and Phil but not off her yet. I think that's a bit rude, I mean we were only together for twelve years and had a child together.
Hit and Miss
I've been feeling a bit up and down lately, I find it very difficult to get up in the mornings in the week and most evenings feel a very down. At the weekend it's almost the opposite I get up early and get out the house and fine pleasure in the silliest of things - walking down the canal, finding a book in a junk shop even lazing around feeling hungover whilst listening to maudlin music is enjoyable. I suppose everyone feels likes this to some extent but I don't remember it being this bad before. To the point where I never want to be bothered going to work.
Saying that I've been OK the last few days, I haven't even had the claustrophobic feelings I normally get around this time of the week. Maybe its the slightly smaller amount of beer and better diet I've had over the last week.
Saying that I've been OK the last few days, I haven't even had the claustrophobic feelings I normally get around this time of the week. Maybe its the slightly smaller amount of beer and better diet I've had over the last week.
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