waking up at dawn
*moan* I wants iiiit, I can't have it ... just yet. Must be good. Must not exacerbate already broke-edness.
Had a very good time at the Lovetones gig last night. Saw Daytime Frequency for the very first time and very good he was too, Matt Sigley in his cord hat and double denim with badges at his Roland keyboard, occasionally with guitar. God, that fellow is such a talent. You can just tell, the timbre of his voice, the precision of his fingerwork. He reeks of genius, it's mesmerising.
The Dollies went off! Caramel Stoner had this very jaunty hat on that reminds me so much of someone, I know I know who he was referencing but I'll be buggered if I can think of the name. We talked a little Spiritualized but as usual I rapidly run out of things to say. With the Laurels guitarist departing, the band's returned to their garage rock sound but somehow have shifted it enough to keep it still fucking amazing. Spectrum is positively their bestest venue and the guy who used to do the sound at the Hoey was on the mixing desk last night so man, did the sound blow me off my feet. Possibly even a little too loud, especially when the Lovetones went all lush and raw and argh, such a different tone to the same songs slick produced on the album.
I was a little bewildered at the difference and wasn't sure if it was a mixing thing or an actual live rendition thing, not entirely sure I liked it either. But then I've been listening to the album so much over the past two weeks that I could hear the studio sound in my head as they played so it's possible I enjoyed the set as much for that as the actual performance. Also, I was so horribly drunk I didn't actually mind the crowd and the volume.
I spent far too much money on alcohol and Daytime Frequency merch (tee and album) which I'm now wincing about but at the time seemed entirely necessary.
Before the gig, Z and I went to a reduced ex-Rehame reunion at the Rose, try saying that five times. And although I was keeping a keen eye on the time, anxious not to miss anything of Daytime Frequency opening set, it was absolutely wonderful to catch up, not just with people I hadn't seen for ages but even the people I do see who I adore. God, how I love us ex-Rehamers. A lovelier bunch of people you will never meet. And I completely forgot to inform J, the Ex-Work Friend --- I can't keep calling her the Ex-Work Friend cos I seem to have way too many of those so from now on, she's J, the Bale Friend --- that it would be a Rehame thing which was entirely too scatterbrained of me. But, god, it was lovely, always forget just how much affection there is between the lot of us.
And Strange Aries Boy and Gorgeous Gemini Girl were there and came along to the gig. When I discovered he planned to come along and we did our usual "What are you listening to at the moment?" conversation and it turned out he's liking a lot of synth pop at the moment, I insisted he arrive in time to catch Daytime Frequency. Which he did and wonders of wonders actually enjoyed. So I'm burning him CDs. This has mollified but not made up for him not liking Dollies. Grr.
Matt Tow did his usual pillock routine. I've almost perfected my new tactic of ignoring him talking --- "Lalalalallaaaaa, not LISTENING!" --- and only paying attention when he plays and sings. It also helped that we inadvertantly positioned ourselves in front of Matt Sigley so I just looked at him --- not that there was pervage, it's not like that --- and almost forgot it was Matt Tow I was hearing too. He thinks he's taking the piss, it really doesn't come across like that. Is it an Anton thing? I don't know.
Oh god, there was a funny moment after. J said to us over the inevitable post-gig Gloria Jean sausage roll, "So I need to know: who's Anton?"
There was actually a moment of dead silence. I contemplated this, savoured the total mindboggling concept that somehow in all the months I've known her ... there Was No Anton Mention. The total impossibility of that. Can you believe it? I don't think either Z, Ari or I could. There might have been words to the effect of "Omigod, you didn't tell her about Anton??? Omigod I haven't told you about Anton??? OMIGOD!" sorta ting.
I think I'm impressed, y'know. So there was one long unreeling sentence of trying to name all the various aspects of Anton Alfred Newcombe and when I paused for breath, Z wisely added the Brian Jonestown Massacre thing. Which somehow I also forgot to mention. What goes on.
Y'see, the Lovetones played Starcleaner and I was privately overcome with missing him so so so much and when Matt Tow said "Anton" at the end, we yelled (with longing on my part) back "Anton." It never even occurred to me there might have been people in the crowd wondering who the hell this Anton person is.
Cos, as Z and I anticipated, every single person to do with the Sydney psychedelic scene was there. J inadvertantly befriended the wife of Rob Gee who was very blonde and very enthusiastic. And when I lurched to the stairs to go withdraw money, a vaguely familiar male form was coming up in the striped gloom. I distinctly remember a moment of trying desperately to focus, realising and recognising before my eyes actually obeyed, then reeling around --- a dangerous feat when on stairs and as unsteady as I was --- and hissing at Z and Ari behind me "SATCHEL BOY!"
For once, I was not the drunken girl screaming with laughter and pointing and freaking out the boy. Really. That was Z and Ari. Oh Christ. Hee. Too funny. I have this image of them two on the middle of the stairs, clutching at each other, heads back and bellowing up at the upper railing. No idea what was actually said but god, it was hysterical.
When the Lovetones took to the stage, I squinted at the male neck and back of head right in front of me, then grabbed and shook Z's arm, pointed dramatically. And we spent a good portion of the Lovetones set making faces and pretending to grope and menace the back of Satchel Boy. He must have sensed something cos he got very twitchy and kept looking around at the crowd and back at us. Although, as Ari pointed out, that might have been a poseur check-out-the-crowd-more-than-listen-to-the-music thing. Wanker. *she said loftily*
I didn't do the "HI SCOTT!" thing. I know, I'm very ashamed of myself. I should have done it on the stairs, that was the perfect moment. But I turned and hissed instead of striking a pose and arching my voice in that particular sort of blonde coked up socialite tone. Missed my chance and regretted it all night. Damnit.
All the usual suspects were there. Matt and Allen, too. I did my usual greet and grope with to Allen and immediately made a dirty suggestion. I don't know what it is about that boy, he totally brings it out in me. I was perfectly decent and demure before he turned up. Honestly. He appears and suddenly I'm a vulgar thing. Must be a Taurus thing. He's so chaste and nice and asexual that I feel the need to overcompensate. Or just provoke some sort of reaction.
Although I might have hallucinated him saying something very lewd (for Allen) to Ari. I do remember being very shocked and appalled and delighted, and a little hurt that I wasn't the recipient. Wonder what it was he said.
The Gorgeous Aquarian Boy didn't make an appearance. And I mean that literally because early on I saw his curlyhaired friend and since they're usually joined at the hip, assumed that he was right next to him. But didn't actually see him at any point and then the curlyhaired one vanished too. Now, twelve hours later I can shrug and say "oh well" but at the time I found myself scanning the crowd and actually looking for him and that was a source of much irritation and maudlin depression later in the night. "I was Looking. I suck!"
Oh, and the boy from work came! *dances merrily* Not the one I got the job for, another one. He's in a band, I'm not naming the band, loves the Dollies and was apparently at several gigs before I actually met him at work and struck up a conversation. He is such an absolutely lovely guy and I'm so so drawn to him but jesus, I know I shouldn't be cos he's going through a fairly tough time at the moment and it's entirely possible that my sympathy for him could get me into a very stupid emotional tangle. Don't Go There, dri.
But I spotted him, he stopped me and he looked lovely and we talked on the street outside and god, it's kinda alarming how happy I was and am that he was there. Also burning CDs for him.
Perhaps it's a sharing of music and interests rather than anything more sinister. It could be ...
... don't let anybody near ... no, don't let anybody near ...
It's possible I'm still a little drunk. Or at least mildly hungover. There's stuff I had promised to do but am very tempted to just sleep. Inordinately tired. Odd.
And oh. My two least favourites. *shrug* My favourite is now my own default. Which pleases me.
Had a very good time at the Lovetones gig last night. Saw Daytime Frequency for the very first time and very good he was too, Matt Sigley in his cord hat and double denim with badges at his Roland keyboard, occasionally with guitar. God, that fellow is such a talent. You can just tell, the timbre of his voice, the precision of his fingerwork. He reeks of genius, it's mesmerising.
The Dollies went off! Caramel Stoner had this very jaunty hat on that reminds me so much of someone, I know I know who he was referencing but I'll be buggered if I can think of the name. We talked a little Spiritualized but as usual I rapidly run out of things to say. With the Laurels guitarist departing, the band's returned to their garage rock sound but somehow have shifted it enough to keep it still fucking amazing. Spectrum is positively their bestest venue and the guy who used to do the sound at the Hoey was on the mixing desk last night so man, did the sound blow me off my feet. Possibly even a little too loud, especially when the Lovetones went all lush and raw and argh, such a different tone to the same songs slick produced on the album.
I was a little bewildered at the difference and wasn't sure if it was a mixing thing or an actual live rendition thing, not entirely sure I liked it either. But then I've been listening to the album so much over the past two weeks that I could hear the studio sound in my head as they played so it's possible I enjoyed the set as much for that as the actual performance. Also, I was so horribly drunk I didn't actually mind the crowd and the volume.
I spent far too much money on alcohol and Daytime Frequency merch (tee and album) which I'm now wincing about but at the time seemed entirely necessary.
Before the gig, Z and I went to a reduced ex-Rehame reunion at the Rose, try saying that five times. And although I was keeping a keen eye on the time, anxious not to miss anything of Daytime Frequency opening set, it was absolutely wonderful to catch up, not just with people I hadn't seen for ages but even the people I do see who I adore. God, how I love us ex-Rehamers. A lovelier bunch of people you will never meet. And I completely forgot to inform J, the Ex-Work Friend --- I can't keep calling her the Ex-Work Friend cos I seem to have way too many of those so from now on, she's J, the Bale Friend --- that it would be a Rehame thing which was entirely too scatterbrained of me. But, god, it was lovely, always forget just how much affection there is between the lot of us.
And Strange Aries Boy and Gorgeous Gemini Girl were there and came along to the gig. When I discovered he planned to come along and we did our usual "What are you listening to at the moment?" conversation and it turned out he's liking a lot of synth pop at the moment, I insisted he arrive in time to catch Daytime Frequency. Which he did and wonders of wonders actually enjoyed. So I'm burning him CDs. This has mollified but not made up for him not liking Dollies. Grr.
Matt Tow did his usual pillock routine. I've almost perfected my new tactic of ignoring him talking --- "Lalalalallaaaaa, not LISTENING!" --- and only paying attention when he plays and sings. It also helped that we inadvertantly positioned ourselves in front of Matt Sigley so I just looked at him --- not that there was pervage, it's not like that --- and almost forgot it was Matt Tow I was hearing too. He thinks he's taking the piss, it really doesn't come across like that. Is it an Anton thing? I don't know.
Oh god, there was a funny moment after. J said to us over the inevitable post-gig Gloria Jean sausage roll, "So I need to know: who's Anton?"
There was actually a moment of dead silence. I contemplated this, savoured the total mindboggling concept that somehow in all the months I've known her ... there Was No Anton Mention. The total impossibility of that. Can you believe it? I don't think either Z, Ari or I could. There might have been words to the effect of "Omigod, you didn't tell her about Anton??? Omigod I haven't told you about Anton??? OMIGOD!" sorta ting.
I think I'm impressed, y'know. So there was one long unreeling sentence of trying to name all the various aspects of Anton Alfred Newcombe and when I paused for breath, Z wisely added the Brian Jonestown Massacre thing. Which somehow I also forgot to mention. What goes on.
Y'see, the Lovetones played Starcleaner and I was privately overcome with missing him so so so much and when Matt Tow said "Anton" at the end, we yelled (with longing on my part) back "Anton." It never even occurred to me there might have been people in the crowd wondering who the hell this Anton person is.
Cos, as Z and I anticipated, every single person to do with the Sydney psychedelic scene was there. J inadvertantly befriended the wife of Rob Gee who was very blonde and very enthusiastic. And when I lurched to the stairs to go withdraw money, a vaguely familiar male form was coming up in the striped gloom. I distinctly remember a moment of trying desperately to focus, realising and recognising before my eyes actually obeyed, then reeling around --- a dangerous feat when on stairs and as unsteady as I was --- and hissing at Z and Ari behind me "SATCHEL BOY!"
For once, I was not the drunken girl screaming with laughter and pointing and freaking out the boy. Really. That was Z and Ari. Oh Christ. Hee. Too funny. I have this image of them two on the middle of the stairs, clutching at each other, heads back and bellowing up at the upper railing. No idea what was actually said but god, it was hysterical.
When the Lovetones took to the stage, I squinted at the male neck and back of head right in front of me, then grabbed and shook Z's arm, pointed dramatically. And we spent a good portion of the Lovetones set making faces and pretending to grope and menace the back of Satchel Boy. He must have sensed something cos he got very twitchy and kept looking around at the crowd and back at us. Although, as Ari pointed out, that might have been a poseur check-out-the-crowd-more-than-listen-to-the-music thing. Wanker. *she said loftily*
I didn't do the "HI SCOTT!" thing. I know, I'm very ashamed of myself. I should have done it on the stairs, that was the perfect moment. But I turned and hissed instead of striking a pose and arching my voice in that particular sort of blonde coked up socialite tone. Missed my chance and regretted it all night. Damnit.
All the usual suspects were there. Matt and Allen, too. I did my usual greet and grope with to Allen and immediately made a dirty suggestion. I don't know what it is about that boy, he totally brings it out in me. I was perfectly decent and demure before he turned up. Honestly. He appears and suddenly I'm a vulgar thing. Must be a Taurus thing. He's so chaste and nice and asexual that I feel the need to overcompensate. Or just provoke some sort of reaction.
Although I might have hallucinated him saying something very lewd (for Allen) to Ari. I do remember being very shocked and appalled and delighted, and a little hurt that I wasn't the recipient. Wonder what it was he said.
The Gorgeous Aquarian Boy didn't make an appearance. And I mean that literally because early on I saw his curlyhaired friend and since they're usually joined at the hip, assumed that he was right next to him. But didn't actually see him at any point and then the curlyhaired one vanished too. Now, twelve hours later I can shrug and say "oh well" but at the time I found myself scanning the crowd and actually looking for him and that was a source of much irritation and maudlin depression later in the night. "I was Looking. I suck!"
Oh, and the boy from work came! *dances merrily* Not the one I got the job for, another one. He's in a band, I'm not naming the band, loves the Dollies and was apparently at several gigs before I actually met him at work and struck up a conversation. He is such an absolutely lovely guy and I'm so so drawn to him but jesus, I know I shouldn't be cos he's going through a fairly tough time at the moment and it's entirely possible that my sympathy for him could get me into a very stupid emotional tangle. Don't Go There, dri.
But I spotted him, he stopped me and he looked lovely and we talked on the street outside and god, it's kinda alarming how happy I was and am that he was there. Also burning CDs for him.
Perhaps it's a sharing of music and interests rather than anything more sinister. It could be ...
... don't let anybody near ... no, don't let anybody near ...
It's possible I'm still a little drunk. Or at least mildly hungover. There's stuff I had promised to do but am very tempted to just sleep. Inordinately tired. Odd.
And oh. My two least favourites. *shrug* My favourite is now my own default. Which pleases me.