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sarah_orangewhat a lovely weekend!
met pete at leeds station on friday after work and cooked him the culinary masterpiece that is pork chops, new potatoes, sweetcorn, mushrooms and gravy. nom! we pottered off to the brudnell social about 8:20 to be greeted by the hugest queue ever - it went from the door to queens road. when we finally got to the front the queue was still just as large behind us - where were all these people going to fit??
the answer was revealled when we got in - the club was stuffed to the gills with lo-fi types. lots of weedy looking blokes with books of marx in their back pockets and remarkably pretty tiny girlfriends who had the deranged look of helen bonham carter in fight club. odd. the support band, little wings, were wacked out hippies. the singer had scary facial hair and a very silly hat - I'm amazed he could remember his own quite complex and witty lyrics given how, well, raddled he looked.
how a silver mount zion (memorial orchestra and tra la la la band) managed to fit on the tiny stage is open to debate. they must have known how the audience felt. there was a double bass, cello, 2 violins, singer with guitar, mandolin fellow and a drummer on there - and probably other people I couldn't see or hear... they were excellent, very much like the related godspeed you! black emperor but with vocals. appropriately shonky vocals too.
the music built and built, a huge cacophany melting with a tiny change into unbelievable sweet music before descending back again into chaos. excellent.
the evening was only marred by one thing - the audience. not all of it. mostly the bunch of twats who stood near me and chattered to each other throughout the whole gig - being even louder than the band during some of the quiet harmonic sections - they seemed to like the band, apart from one of them who kept loudly exclaiming that they'd done nothing for 10 minutes and were a complete waste of space* then there were the couple who came in half an hour before the end and stood right in front of me and snogged like teenagers, COMPLETE WITH NOISE - I could hear their slurping over the bloody band for fucks sake!
*yeah. right. it's not like what they were actually doing was creating a beautiful, dense and complex soundscape of feedback and harmonics to finish leaving most of the audience nearly breathless. TWAT!
bought 'this is my punk rock' and went home and listened to it as I fell asleep. wonderful. went through all my GY!BE the next day as well as giving the album I bought another listen. ok don't worry I'm shutting up about them in a second. they wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea but I thought they were fabulous. there. done.
tromped over to york on saturday afternoon and we went to the evil eye lounge for geof's friend heidi's leaving do - cocktail-tastic - unfortunately creamy cocktail-tastic - I think I drank my own bodyweight in alcoholic lard. oops. must diet after xmas. some of us staggered back to geof's for takeaway and wine. delightful evening all in all.
haulled our lardy arses out of bed at about 4 something and ate fish and chips and pickled eggs whilst watching the third harry potter film. I'd forgotten about posh titty birds covered in ferrets. ace. was going to head back to leeds when geof's housemate mark suggested we watch the extended version of LOTR3. who was I to disagree? - i'd already vowed not to buy it till after xmas so this'd be my one chance till then. it was of course excellent - all 4 hours of it - the restored saruman scenes are excellent - shame they didn't kill any of the 5 (yes I counted this time) false endings tho - bloody hobbits. as the 2 previous films my big gripe was that many of the tiny bits (often less than 20s long) they cut out went a long way to making the actions of the characters make more sense...
last night I completely failed to clean the house. damn. this lunchtime though I've purchased lots of sweeties, crisps, twiglets, balloons and party poppers for tomorrow night. bonza!
met pete at leeds station on friday after work and cooked him the culinary masterpiece that is pork chops, new potatoes, sweetcorn, mushrooms and gravy. nom! we pottered off to the brudnell social about 8:20 to be greeted by the hugest queue ever - it went from the door to queens road. when we finally got to the front the queue was still just as large behind us - where were all these people going to fit??
the answer was revealled when we got in - the club was stuffed to the gills with lo-fi types. lots of weedy looking blokes with books of marx in their back pockets and remarkably pretty tiny girlfriends who had the deranged look of helen bonham carter in fight club. odd. the support band, little wings, were wacked out hippies. the singer had scary facial hair and a very silly hat - I'm amazed he could remember his own quite complex and witty lyrics given how, well, raddled he looked.
how a silver mount zion (memorial orchestra and tra la la la band) managed to fit on the tiny stage is open to debate. they must have known how the audience felt. there was a double bass, cello, 2 violins, singer with guitar, mandolin fellow and a drummer on there - and probably other people I couldn't see or hear... they were excellent, very much like the related godspeed you! black emperor but with vocals. appropriately shonky vocals too.
the music built and built, a huge cacophany melting with a tiny change into unbelievable sweet music before descending back again into chaos. excellent.
the evening was only marred by one thing - the audience. not all of it. mostly the bunch of twats who stood near me and chattered to each other throughout the whole gig - being even louder than the band during some of the quiet harmonic sections - they seemed to like the band, apart from one of them who kept loudly exclaiming that they'd done nothing for 10 minutes and were a complete waste of space* then there were the couple who came in half an hour before the end and stood right in front of me and snogged like teenagers, COMPLETE WITH NOISE - I could hear their slurping over the bloody band for fucks sake!
*yeah. right. it's not like what they were actually doing was creating a beautiful, dense and complex soundscape of feedback and harmonics to finish leaving most of the audience nearly breathless. TWAT!
bought 'this is my punk rock' and went home and listened to it as I fell asleep. wonderful. went through all my GY!BE the next day as well as giving the album I bought another listen. ok don't worry I'm shutting up about them in a second. they wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea but I thought they were fabulous. there. done.
tromped over to york on saturday afternoon and we went to the evil eye lounge for geof's friend heidi's leaving do - cocktail-tastic - unfortunately creamy cocktail-tastic - I think I drank my own bodyweight in alcoholic lard. oops. must diet after xmas. some of us staggered back to geof's for takeaway and wine. delightful evening all in all.
haulled our lardy arses out of bed at about 4 something and ate fish and chips and pickled eggs whilst watching the third harry potter film. I'd forgotten about posh titty birds covered in ferrets. ace. was going to head back to leeds when geof's housemate mark suggested we watch the extended version of LOTR3. who was I to disagree? - i'd already vowed not to buy it till after xmas so this'd be my one chance till then. it was of course excellent - all 4 hours of it - the restored saruman scenes are excellent - shame they didn't kill any of the 5 (yes I counted this time) false endings tho - bloody hobbits. as the 2 previous films my big gripe was that many of the tiny bits (often less than 20s long) they cut out went a long way to making the actions of the characters make more sense...
last night I completely failed to clean the house. damn. this lunchtime though I've purchased lots of sweeties, crisps, twiglets, balloons and party poppers for tomorrow night. bonza!
