Damn your necrotic eyes!
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alexsarllIt occurred to me while we were all loitering around waiting for Luxembourg* - the smoking ban's body blow to nightlife isn't the smell of venues and people; that's a mere annoyance. The real problem is that it decentres places. For a good night out you have to believe, at least for a moment, that right here, right now is the best place you could possibly be. It's why I've never got on with clubs that have more than one active room - I always wonder whether the other room's better. And if the cool kids are always darting outside for a fag...well, then everywhere has another room, and nowhere seems sufficient unto itself anymore.
It's not a song I listen to all that often, but at the Sinister indie disco I heard Pulp's 'Babies' and wondered: with its incestuousness and its wardrobe, is it some sort of precursor to R Kelly's Trapped in the Closet? Also, a splendid moment with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
missfrancesca in her fake fur glaring at the tweeness, like some sort of Phonogram ghost of another timeline of indie.
Finally got round to attending the comedy at the Crouch End King's Head - Hell, I've still never been to the Red Rose after all these years in Finsbury Park. Headliner was the shouty bald bloke from Mock The Week, and he was pretty good, as were the two middle acts, even if one of them disturbed me by having one arm which was about twice the size of the other. But the first guy on, I don't think he'd been doing it long, and his delivery sucked. Still, one joke cut through that. Having explained that, yes, he's an American Indian - "and you think Britain has a problem with immigration!"
After initial reluctance, I've really got into the new (The Real) Tuesday Weld album, The London Book Of The Dead. It has less Will Self in it than I, Lucifer had Glen Duncan - the title refers more to a general sense of defeat. It has something of the same worn out grandeur as LCD Soundsystem's 'New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down' - fittingly, for they each assess great cities of the world in a time when they seem to be losing something indefinable but incredibly precious. The song titles say it all: 'I Loved London'; 'The Decline and Fall of the Clerkenwell Kid'; 'Last Words'. Elsewhere, they're slyly chipping away at romantic standards - 'Kix' inverts Cole Porter's 'I Get A Kick Out Of You', and 'It's A Wonderful Li(f)e' makes an obvious joke but does it bloody well.
I realise The Schema's video is no longer so much something which needs plugging as a phenomenon upon which one should offer comment; for the benefit of any non-LJ readers, Trappist monks and Martians it's song byrhodri, video by alexdecampi, guest appearances by too many to tag. I wasn't in it myself because I didn't want to become too ubiquitous as Floppy-Haired Man In Video, because past experience suggested that Self + Alex + Pop Video = Rain, and above all because it would have involved getting up far too early on the Saturday after a Friday on which I'd been up late having Sunday dinner and as such was already temporally thrown.
*Who were ace, obviously. Good mix of material, too - after spending a while concentrating on the new stuff, to make sure we got to know it because we couldn't just wait for the familiar favourites, the classics are being phased back in. Always best to be at ease with the past but not in thrall to it.
It's not a song I listen to all that often, but at the Sinister indie disco I heard Pulp's 'Babies' and wondered: with its incestuousness and its wardrobe, is it some sort of precursor to R Kelly's Trapped in the Closet? Also, a splendid moment with
missfrancesca in her fake fur glaring at the tweeness, like some sort of Phonogram ghost of another timeline of indie.Finally got round to attending the comedy at the Crouch End King's Head - Hell, I've still never been to the Red Rose after all these years in Finsbury Park. Headliner was the shouty bald bloke from Mock The Week, and he was pretty good, as were the two middle acts, even if one of them disturbed me by having one arm which was about twice the size of the other. But the first guy on, I don't think he'd been doing it long, and his delivery sucked. Still, one joke cut through that. Having explained that, yes, he's an American Indian - "and you think Britain has a problem with immigration!"
After initial reluctance, I've really got into the new (The Real) Tuesday Weld album, The London Book Of The Dead. It has less Will Self in it than I, Lucifer had Glen Duncan - the title refers more to a general sense of defeat. It has something of the same worn out grandeur as LCD Soundsystem's 'New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down' - fittingly, for they each assess great cities of the world in a time when they seem to be losing something indefinable but incredibly precious. The song titles say it all: 'I Loved London'; 'The Decline and Fall of the Clerkenwell Kid'; 'Last Words'. Elsewhere, they're slyly chipping away at romantic standards - 'Kix' inverts Cole Porter's 'I Get A Kick Out Of You', and 'It's A Wonderful Li(f)e' makes an obvious joke but does it bloody well.
I realise The Schema's video is no longer so much something which needs plugging as a phenomenon upon which one should offer comment; for the benefit of any non-LJ readers, Trappist monks and Martians it's song by
rhodri, video by alexdecampi, guest appearances by too many to tag. I wasn't in it myself because I didn't want to become too ubiquitous as Floppy-Haired Man In Video, because past experience suggested that Self + Alex + Pop Video = Rain, and above all because it would have involved getting up far too early on the Saturday after a Friday on which I'd been up late having Sunday dinner and as such was already temporally thrown.*Who were ace, obviously. Good mix of material, too - after spending a while concentrating on the new stuff, to make sure we got to know it because we couldn't just wait for the familiar favourites, the classics are being phased back in. Always best to be at ease with the past but not in thrall to it.
