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lady_t_220It was Friday the 13th... I only just noticed.
Hm, so anyway. Went down the Vic this evening. It was a pretty quiet Friday but the band were, as always, damned good.
A performance to a packed crowd is always a sight to see, the air is electric, but a performance to a small crowd has its own merits.
Namely that, to stave off the boredom, Jules becomes a smug, smug bastard and does things that no one should reasonably be able to do with an electric guitar. because with a quiet crowd he gets bored and starts to show off.
Yes...
In an apocolyptic future, where only teen-pop and bad disco hits have survived, the thing that I would miss hearing the most is the Julian version of Voodoo Chille, because no matter how many times you hear it, no matter how blind drunk or stone cold sober, it's always fucking jaw-dropping.
Plus it's fun watching someone play so fast you only see motion-blur...
A quiet night, yo see, leads to inventive solos. I swear to God, there were snatches of classical music in that solo, but played on the guitar with a delay on the amp that lets you harmonise with yourself in the continuing smugness that is a man with long hair and a guitar (and really damned great arms) that actually knows what to DO with said guitar and really doesn't care who knows about it.
My fixation is well-known by all and it is, in the greater scheme of things, a generic one... But J benefits from being the only fitting guitarist I know in person, so even despite EVERYTHING, the obsessing of early youth still lingers in a vague sort of a way.
Which ain't bad going really, considering we first saw Strange Brew while JR was just some guy we kinda' knew a bit. My dad was still around (so definitely more than 5 years ago now) and and Terry was still their singer. What... 7-8 years?
Wow... where the hell did my life go?
Oh yeah, it went in pubs at 12 years old, that's where it went...
And yes I appreciate this is probably an oddly unhealthy obsession for a guy who's sat on my sofa watching Kerrang and burping a lot, but hey, what are you gonna' do? It's a sickness...
It's a sickness with really great arms.
I'm pretty sure I had other things to say before I left the Vic. They all seem to have scaped me on the way home.
Sad thing is, I'm not even drunk. I had a pint and that's it. Kinda' pathetic really if you want the truth. And it's not even for lack of funds (JR gave me a tenner for no good reason at all) I just seem to have lost all will to drink.
Not that this is a bad thing, I'm sure after fourteen years of mild abuse my liver is glad of the respite. (Yes I got drunk for the first time when I was six. No my parents weren't negligent. It was about a mouthful of peach schnappes and I sat staring at the christmas lights for half an hour afterwards.)
But still, total lack of inclination is a bit of a downer when sat in a pub.
Oh and just so I can say, for the record... Sue from Southampton was very... VERY... drunk.
She was also taking pictures of her friend pretending to sodomise a fluffy-sheep backpack in the middle of the pub, but let's not get into that.
Oh, and that was the other thing, I remember now. I think it must be somethign to do with the muffling effect of a large crowd as compared to the non-muffle of a small one, but oh my fuck they were loud tonight.
I mean they're loud every night but they were REALLY loud tonight. I could feel the sound compressing my chest kinda' loud.
I can't hear jack in my left ear and probably won't till some time next week.
So speak up, I can't hear you.
Hm, so anyway. Went down the Vic this evening. It was a pretty quiet Friday but the band were, as always, damned good.
A performance to a packed crowd is always a sight to see, the air is electric, but a performance to a small crowd has its own merits.
Namely that, to stave off the boredom, Jules becomes a smug, smug bastard and does things that no one should reasonably be able to do with an electric guitar. because with a quiet crowd he gets bored and starts to show off.
Yes...
In an apocolyptic future, where only teen-pop and bad disco hits have survived, the thing that I would miss hearing the most is the Julian version of Voodoo Chille, because no matter how many times you hear it, no matter how blind drunk or stone cold sober, it's always fucking jaw-dropping.
Plus it's fun watching someone play so fast you only see motion-blur...
A quiet night, yo see, leads to inventive solos. I swear to God, there were snatches of classical music in that solo, but played on the guitar with a delay on the amp that lets you harmonise with yourself in the continuing smugness that is a man with long hair and a guitar (and really damned great arms) that actually knows what to DO with said guitar and really doesn't care who knows about it.
My fixation is well-known by all and it is, in the greater scheme of things, a generic one... But J benefits from being the only fitting guitarist I know in person, so even despite EVERYTHING, the obsessing of early youth still lingers in a vague sort of a way.
Which ain't bad going really, considering we first saw Strange Brew while JR was just some guy we kinda' knew a bit. My dad was still around (so definitely more than 5 years ago now) and and Terry was still their singer. What... 7-8 years?
Wow... where the hell did my life go?
Oh yeah, it went in pubs at 12 years old, that's where it went...
And yes I appreciate this is probably an oddly unhealthy obsession for a guy who's sat on my sofa watching Kerrang and burping a lot, but hey, what are you gonna' do? It's a sickness...
It's a sickness with really great arms.
I'm pretty sure I had other things to say before I left the Vic. They all seem to have scaped me on the way home.
Sad thing is, I'm not even drunk. I had a pint and that's it. Kinda' pathetic really if you want the truth. And it's not even for lack of funds (JR gave me a tenner for no good reason at all) I just seem to have lost all will to drink.
Not that this is a bad thing, I'm sure after fourteen years of mild abuse my liver is glad of the respite. (Yes I got drunk for the first time when I was six. No my parents weren't negligent. It was about a mouthful of peach schnappes and I sat staring at the christmas lights for half an hour afterwards.)
But still, total lack of inclination is a bit of a downer when sat in a pub.
Oh and just so I can say, for the record... Sue from Southampton was very... VERY... drunk.
She was also taking pictures of her friend pretending to sodomise a fluffy-sheep backpack in the middle of the pub, but let's not get into that.
Oh, and that was the other thing, I remember now. I think it must be somethign to do with the muffling effect of a large crowd as compared to the non-muffle of a small one, but oh my fuck they were loud tonight.
I mean they're loud every night but they were REALLY loud tonight. I could feel the sound compressing my chest kinda' loud.
I can't hear jack in my left ear and probably won't till some time next week.
So speak up, I can't hear you.
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Date: 2003-06-13 04:59 pm (UTC)That's no way to treat Shawn! O_O
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Date: 2003-06-13 05:15 pm (UTC)She was from Southampton... they're all a little odd down there.
But you'll be pleased to know, no Shawns were hurt, it was a generic sheep bag, not a merchandise one. ;)