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The Review of a Memorable Day
Hello World. First thing:
Everybody should go and see the Holloways. By that I mean, go and see the Holloways. Playing live. On a stage. It'll do you good.
Yesterday was genius. It reminded me totally of why I'm here, and why I always wanted it, and why England can be shit and wonderful at the same time, and why even English shit is strangely wonderful and so on. Sit with me for a while, while I tell you about the day.
Going to see the Holloways yesterday was a very spontaneous decision. I just said to Julia, do you feel like going to a gig tonight? And she's like, Hell yeah, let's get out of here. (As much as I like our mini-universe here on campus, at times you just HAVE to escape into the real world.) So we took the train to London and went to HMV on Oxford street.
We were a million hours early cos times on myspace calendars does not have anything to do with time in the real world, but that's not really a problem. I bought a couple of singles singles (Both 7" versions of Generator, *rollseyes*, and Tristan on CD, and the Mystery Jets EP).
When I'd managed to drag Julia out of the video section, we went for a coffee and a smoke in Nero, and perused the NME and some free paper with loads of shit in it. At about 5 we headed back to HMV, but got sidetracked when we tried to pass H&M. Didn't buy anything, but it's just a matter of time. I need loads of what they have!
When we got back to NME, the front row was already occupied, but it was a weird kind of crowd anyway, because it was separated into queue-like heaps by cd racks. Didn't keep the kids from crowdsurfing, LOL. There were so many young'uns there, it was like B72 all over! :) But the gig was goood gooood goooood and we got free posters and badges and got our vinyl signed. Wahey!
This lovely experience was followed by a tube journey to - gasp - Holloway Road where we found ourselves facing the longest road in the history of roads, and no house number. :( When in doubt, we eat, so we went to McDonalds, and after that to an internet cafe to find out the adress of the Nambucca. Took a bus there and went in, and it was good! So good!! This place is the ideal place for any band to play, I tell you. And, I'm almost scared to say, I still feel "at home" among the London scenesters. Weird. It still seems that they have superior knowledge of music, style and life in general, and that's why I can't help being in awe a bit.
Anyway - the gig was fantastic! Bouncy Larrikin Love-like ska-ish beats and riffs-bassline-correspondance to make your heart turn into butterflies and melodies. And they have a fiddle, need I say more? Appearance kinda scruffy, but loveable, and the guitarist/fiddler had shiny red shoes. Good feelings all over the place, and the singer has this kind of Fran-Healy-like charm, but that might just be because of the hat he wore.
Like often, though, I had the feeling that all the other songs were better than the single.
Anyway. Holloways. Good. That's my opinion.
When the gig was over, there was no chance we could still catch the last train, so we happily settled to spend the night in London. We didn't really wanna stay in the suddenly nu-rave-infested Nambucca though, so we took the next bus south. We came down well from the darkened heights, but went to far into the east, and walked for 2 hours along the north bank of the Thames (which was absolutely beautiful, and really interesting. This is the way sightseeing should always be done. With no one else around, and this peaceful feeling of solitude, and without the fear of seeming too touristy when one takes a photo). We then got some more McFood off Trafalgar Square and sat in the McShelter for 2 hours (witnessing an infuriating display of blatant unabashed homophobia on the part of a security person ... grrrr.) Then we walked over the river to Waterloo Station and took the first train home.
Days like this are needed to keep on the right path. They remind me of why I do some things, and why I care for some things, and why some things are special. In a way this night opened my eyes which had been screwed shut in the face of too many hairs in the showers and a lack of real socialising at uni. Maybe it's the other way round, and it lulled me back to sleep and dream - in any case, it feels better. I know again why I love England - or rather why I have this special relationship with England. I'll tell a selected number of people if they care to know, but I won't rub it in everyone's face here.
Here is the ending of this blog and as much as I can put to words right now. But there's so many more ideas bubbling under the surface.
Hello World. First thing:
Everybody should go and see the Holloways. By that I mean, go and see the Holloways. Playing live. On a stage. It'll do you good.
Yesterday was genius. It reminded me totally of why I'm here, and why I always wanted it, and why England can be shit and wonderful at the same time, and why even English shit is strangely wonderful and so on. Sit with me for a while, while I tell you about the day.
Going to see the Holloways yesterday was a very spontaneous decision. I just said to Julia, do you feel like going to a gig tonight? And she's like, Hell yeah, let's get out of here. (As much as I like our mini-universe here on campus, at times you just HAVE to escape into the real world.) So we took the train to London and went to HMV on Oxford street.
We were a million hours early cos times on myspace calendars does not have anything to do with time in the real world, but that's not really a problem. I bought a couple of singles singles (Both 7" versions of Generator, *rollseyes*, and Tristan on CD, and the Mystery Jets EP).
When I'd managed to drag Julia out of the video section, we went for a coffee and a smoke in Nero, and perused the NME and some free paper with loads of shit in it. At about 5 we headed back to HMV, but got sidetracked when we tried to pass H&M. Didn't buy anything, but it's just a matter of time. I need loads of what they have!
When we got back to NME, the front row was already occupied, but it was a weird kind of crowd anyway, because it was separated into queue-like heaps by cd racks. Didn't keep the kids from crowdsurfing, LOL. There were so many young'uns there, it was like B72 all over! :) But the gig was goood gooood goooood and we got free posters and badges and got our vinyl signed. Wahey!
This lovely experience was followed by a tube journey to - gasp - Holloway Road where we found ourselves facing the longest road in the history of roads, and no house number. :( When in doubt, we eat, so we went to McDonalds, and after that to an internet cafe to find out the adress of the Nambucca. Took a bus there and went in, and it was good! So good!! This place is the ideal place for any band to play, I tell you. And, I'm almost scared to say, I still feel "at home" among the London scenesters. Weird. It still seems that they have superior knowledge of music, style and life in general, and that's why I can't help being in awe a bit.
Anyway - the gig was fantastic! Bouncy Larrikin Love-like ska-ish beats and riffs-bassline-correspondance to make your heart turn into butterflies and melodies. And they have a fiddle, need I say more? Appearance kinda scruffy, but loveable, and the guitarist/fiddler had shiny red shoes. Good feelings all over the place, and the singer has this kind of Fran-Healy-like charm, but that might just be because of the hat he wore.
Like often, though, I had the feeling that all the other songs were better than the single.
Anyway. Holloways. Good. That's my opinion.
When the gig was over, there was no chance we could still catch the last train, so we happily settled to spend the night in London. We didn't really wanna stay in the suddenly nu-rave-infested Nambucca though, so we took the next bus south. We came down well from the darkened heights, but went to far into the east, and walked for 2 hours along the north bank of the Thames (which was absolutely beautiful, and really interesting. This is the way sightseeing should always be done. With no one else around, and this peaceful feeling of solitude, and without the fear of seeming too touristy when one takes a photo). We then got some more McFood off Trafalgar Square and sat in the McShelter for 2 hours (witnessing an infuriating display of blatant unabashed homophobia on the part of a security person ... grrrr.) Then we walked over the river to Waterloo Station and took the first train home.
Days like this are needed to keep on the right path. They remind me of why I do some things, and why I care for some things, and why some things are special. In a way this night opened my eyes which had been screwed shut in the face of too many hairs in the showers and a lack of real socialising at uni. Maybe it's the other way round, and it lulled me back to sleep and dream - in any case, it feels better. I know again why I love England - or rather why I have this special relationship with England. I'll tell a selected number of people if they care to know, but I won't rub it in everyone's face here.
Here is the ending of this blog and as much as I can put to words right now. But there's so many more ideas bubbling under the surface.
some_dizzy_whore1804 - 19. Okt, 17:13
