This week
I was going to do a review of the entire week but I can't really be bothered, I'll just pick out some highlights....
So, saw the Pixies at Alexandra Palace last night- what a great venue it is! Basically, it's a big strange building on top of a hill. I missed the support (Futureheads) but Sean assures me they were good. We were trying to think of ways of getting backstage, but since neither of us had a paramedic uniform, Sean's idea of pretending to be Barry from the Futureheads' cousin was the best we could manage. Mike got into the gig really late and my phone died so I wasn't even sure he was there. Afterwards when he didn't appear at the end, I worried a bit that he might have disappeared with my train ticket but no- the ABSOLUTE SWINE (and Chris Joyce) had somehow managed to get into the AFTERSHOW PARTY! He tried to get us in as well, to his credit, but the bouncers wouldn't let him so he settled for staying inside and chatting to 3 of the band (not David Lovering cos he didn't know what he looked like) and getting photos with Kim Deal and Fat Black. When he came out of the party, we went to The Worst Pub, in which a rubbish DJ wished happy birthday to about 4 of his family and made terrible jokes over the most cliched DJ set ever. I tried to describe Lovering to Mike in the car afterwards (Chris gave us a lift home) but the best I could manage was "he looks a bit like David Gower but not really, and quite a lot like some guy from dictionary corner whose name escapes me".
I've been warned against it before, but me and Mike still decided it was a good idea to get a taxi rather than queue at the busy tube station at rush hour, which cost us the best part of £20 to get absolutely nowhere. Luckily I then bought The Biggest Portion Of Chips for £1.50 so I guess these things even out.
Dinosaur Jr was a strange gig. First of all the support, Adam something, was well boring. I quite liked his voice but the music was VERY background. Dino themselves played the whole of You're Living All Over Me, start to finish (as the ticket stated) including Poledo (which surely has never been done live before- most people talked through it cos it was so quiet- retards), then Lou Barlow said "right, we've done the album now, that's it". Predictably, it wasn't- they did three encores, the third of which was preceded by some huge fat guy who looked like Frank Black shouting some shit and carrying a girl around on his shoulders, before dropping her as the third encore began. I think he was PROBABLY famous but I had no idea who he was- I bet he wasn't even that annoying for people that did recognise him.
Tuesday was interesting- I ate breakfast for the first time in about 5 years with Dani and Hayley after they had given me a lift home, but Chris Marsh later shattered the dream by correctly pointing out that a meal containing potato fritter type things at 11.45 is more 'brunch' than breakfast. THE QUEST CONTINUES.
Tip for anyone who wants to film in an empty big city in daylight: catch a tube to 'Bank' at the weekend as apparently even pubs don't bother to open as all the city workers do strict office hours.
Shitting hell, this really isn't interesting. Oh well.
So, saw the Pixies at Alexandra Palace last night- what a great venue it is! Basically, it's a big strange building on top of a hill. I missed the support (Futureheads) but Sean assures me they were good. We were trying to think of ways of getting backstage, but since neither of us had a paramedic uniform, Sean's idea of pretending to be Barry from the Futureheads' cousin was the best we could manage. Mike got into the gig really late and my phone died so I wasn't even sure he was there. Afterwards when he didn't appear at the end, I worried a bit that he might have disappeared with my train ticket but no- the ABSOLUTE SWINE (and Chris Joyce) had somehow managed to get into the AFTERSHOW PARTY! He tried to get us in as well, to his credit, but the bouncers wouldn't let him so he settled for staying inside and chatting to 3 of the band (not David Lovering cos he didn't know what he looked like) and getting photos with Kim Deal and Fat Black. When he came out of the party, we went to The Worst Pub, in which a rubbish DJ wished happy birthday to about 4 of his family and made terrible jokes over the most cliched DJ set ever. I tried to describe Lovering to Mike in the car afterwards (Chris gave us a lift home) but the best I could manage was "he looks a bit like David Gower but not really, and quite a lot like some guy from dictionary corner whose name escapes me".
I've been warned against it before, but me and Mike still decided it was a good idea to get a taxi rather than queue at the busy tube station at rush hour, which cost us the best part of £20 to get absolutely nowhere. Luckily I then bought The Biggest Portion Of Chips for £1.50 so I guess these things even out.
Dinosaur Jr was a strange gig. First of all the support, Adam something, was well boring. I quite liked his voice but the music was VERY background. Dino themselves played the whole of You're Living All Over Me, start to finish (as the ticket stated) including Poledo (which surely has never been done live before- most people talked through it cos it was so quiet- retards), then Lou Barlow said "right, we've done the album now, that's it". Predictably, it wasn't- they did three encores, the third of which was preceded by some huge fat guy who looked like Frank Black shouting some shit and carrying a girl around on his shoulders, before dropping her as the third encore began. I think he was PROBABLY famous but I had no idea who he was- I bet he wasn't even that annoying for people that did recognise him.
Tuesday was interesting- I ate breakfast for the first time in about 5 years with Dani and Hayley after they had given me a lift home, but Chris Marsh later shattered the dream by correctly pointing out that a meal containing potato fritter type things at 11.45 is more 'brunch' than breakfast. THE QUEST CONTINUES.
Tip for anyone who wants to film in an empty big city in daylight: catch a tube to 'Bank' at the weekend as apparently even pubs don't bother to open as all the city workers do strict office hours.
Shitting hell, this really isn't interesting. Oh well.