Killer parties almost killed me
Jul. 20th, 2010 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexsarllWent to see the new look Melting Ice Caps on Thursday. Interesting as it was to see a full band performance of David's new songs, talented though his bandmates all are, I hope this doesn't entirely replace the solo, backing track performances. Simply because there are already lots of bands, and there's nobody else doing quite the sort of live shows the Melting Ice Caps were.
(Beforehand, I did all the ironing. As in, all the ironing; for the first time in years, the washing and the weather and what I'd worn lately all converged such that every single thing I have which needs ironing, had been ironed. And then for a moment I thought, it seems a shame to wear a shirt tonight, considering. Except the whole point of having everything ironed is just so that it can be worn, isn't it? There's a moral in that, something about the self-defeating nature of perfection, but I can't quite put my finger on it)
On Friday, Nuisance's first birthday; the nineties night which just barely started in the noughties and has now made the whatever-the-Hells in style, for a given value of the word. And having the Phonogram boys along for the ride worked on So. Many. Levels. Retromancy ahoy. Also, cake. And Babylon Zoo, but let's not talk about that.
Sunday opened with a music swap; this was more successful for me than the equivalent clothes event, because a) there was more than one other male contributor to the pile and b) the contributor gender didn't matter anyway. Got myself a good haul, albeit one which made me look like I was trying a bit too hard to be eclectic given it ran from Manowar and Mastodon albums to a Trembling Blue Stars 7". And then I had to heft my goodies via a slightly more roundabout route than expected (because it turns out there are large stretches of the Regent's Canal you can't walk along, gits) to the regrettably terminal Stag's Head for Fall night. Which confirmed what I'd suspected for a while; my only problem with the Fall is Mark E Smith. Because all three of the bands here, not being fronted by bus station tramps, make Fall songs sound great - especially the Nuns doing the "check the guy's track record" one, whose name I was told at least three times and keep forgetting.
(Beforehand, I did all the ironing. As in, all the ironing; for the first time in years, the washing and the weather and what I'd worn lately all converged such that every single thing I have which needs ironing, had been ironed. And then for a moment I thought, it seems a shame to wear a shirt tonight, considering. Except the whole point of having everything ironed is just so that it can be worn, isn't it? There's a moral in that, something about the self-defeating nature of perfection, but I can't quite put my finger on it)
On Friday, Nuisance's first birthday; the nineties night which just barely started in the noughties and has now made the whatever-the-Hells in style, for a given value of the word. And having the Phonogram boys along for the ride worked on So. Many. Levels. Retromancy ahoy. Also, cake. And Babylon Zoo, but let's not talk about that.
Sunday opened with a music swap; this was more successful for me than the equivalent clothes event, because a) there was more than one other male contributor to the pile and b) the contributor gender didn't matter anyway. Got myself a good haul, albeit one which made me look like I was trying a bit too hard to be eclectic given it ran from Manowar and Mastodon albums to a Trembling Blue Stars 7". And then I had to heft my goodies via a slightly more roundabout route than expected (because it turns out there are large stretches of the Regent's Canal you can't walk along, gits) to the regrettably terminal Stag's Head for Fall night. Which confirmed what I'd suspected for a while; my only problem with the Fall is Mark E Smith. Because all three of the bands here, not being fronted by bus station tramps, make Fall songs sound great - especially the Nuns doing the "check the guy's track record" one, whose name I was told at least three times and keep forgetting.
