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At The Indie Disco
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hospitalsoup saw that on her actual birthday, round the corner from her house, there was an indie disco whose flyer mentioned one of her old bands - well, you have to check that out, don't you? And it really ought to have been great. They played stuff that indie discos should play - 'Sweeping the Nation', Belle & Sebastian, 'I Can't Explain' - and stuff I didn't recognise but which I liked - Jens Lekman was the one we actually investigated. I was perhaps not fully prepared for a twee night - I'd spent most of the day listening to Easyworld and the new Christina Aguilera, before watching a particularly manly episode of Justified (albeit one which also had a rather sweet bit about Christmas elves at the end, which provided me with the first non-pathological explanation I've ever heard for why anyone might become a dentist). But still, I was well up for a dance. Now, admittedly it didn't help that there were two bonkers girls dancing so effusively that they were occupying the whole dancefloor, but in a lot of contexts that would have been an encouragement rather than a discouragement to others. The problem was the space. In many ways the Drop is like the Buffalo Bar - even down to having an odd arms-length relationship with the pub upstairs (the Three Crowns, on the corner of Stoke Newington High St and Church St). But the benches around the walls were the only seats - tables, but no stools for the other side of them. And where the Buffalo Bar has those pillars to break up the space, this was just a shoebox, a shape which seems incapable of retaining an atmosphere. It's a good location and good DJs and it just needs the teensiest bit of interior design to be a good night. I hope it gets it.
I'm never quite sure what I think of pop art. Except I do know that I hate the strain which takes a comics panel out of context, sticks it in a frame and then makes out that the framer rather than the guy who drew it is the Artist. Understandably, comics artist Brian Bolland feels even more strongly on this point.
*Not that I wish to appear prudish or anything, but blimey! I remember those innocent days when Britney's 'If You Seek Amy' seemed risque, but it's like Gaga, Britney and Christina have got into some kind of arms race of filth where what seemed shocking two years ago is now gentle sauciness in comparison. If the ante keeps getting upped at this rate, it can't be long before one of them releases a track called 'Triple Penetration FTW'.
hospitalsoup saw that on her actual birthday, round the corner from her house, there was an indie disco whose flyer mentioned one of her old bands - well, you have to check that out, don't you? And it really ought to have been great. They played stuff that indie discos should play - 'Sweeping the Nation', Belle & Sebastian, 'I Can't Explain' - and stuff I didn't recognise but which I liked - Jens Lekman was the one we actually investigated. I was perhaps not fully prepared for a twee night - I'd spent most of the day listening to Easyworld and the new Christina Aguilera, before watching a particularly manly episode of Justified (albeit one which also had a rather sweet bit about Christmas elves at the end, which provided me with the first non-pathological explanation I've ever heard for why anyone might become a dentist). But still, I was well up for a dance. Now, admittedly it didn't help that there were two bonkers girls dancing so effusively that they were occupying the whole dancefloor, but in a lot of contexts that would have been an encouragement rather than a discouragement to others. The problem was the space. In many ways the Drop is like the Buffalo Bar - even down to having an odd arms-length relationship with the pub upstairs (the Three Crowns, on the corner of Stoke Newington High St and Church St). But the benches around the walls were the only seats - tables, but no stools for the other side of them. And where the Buffalo Bar has those pillars to break up the space, this was just a shoebox, a shape which seems incapable of retaining an atmosphere. It's a good location and good DJs and it just needs the teensiest bit of interior design to be a good night. I hope it gets it.I'm never quite sure what I think of pop art. Except I do know that I hate the strain which takes a comics panel out of context, sticks it in a frame and then makes out that the framer rather than the guy who drew it is the Artist. Understandably, comics artist Brian Bolland feels even more strongly on this point.
*Not that I wish to appear prudish or anything, but blimey! I remember those innocent days when Britney's 'If You Seek Amy' seemed risque, but it's like Gaga, Britney and Christina have got into some kind of arms race of filth where what seemed shocking two years ago is now gentle sauciness in comparison. If the ante keeps getting upped at this rate, it can't be long before one of them releases a track called 'Triple Penetration FTW'.
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Btw I have just been "followed" on Twitter by the 3M PR chap, he has yet another picture of your Post-it Note fan face: http://twitpic.com/1qr4bh
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