Mouthrape.
Prism deserves a write-up. What was possibly the first gay alternative night in Plymouth was such a flaming success, I think I am still in the recovery position (eating pizza, curled up , in a dressing gown).
From the moment Bex and Dan, the owner of White Rabbit nightclub, got in touch with me, I made a point of saying that if they wanted this night to be different, then it would have to be Different. From city to city, this changes - you go to London, you'll get firebreathing and then some; you go to Corby and you'll be lynched. I'm not a club promotor or a PR expert, or even particularly organised, but the first thing I was adamant on was that we would have to have some performers. It might be easy to get gays through the door on a monday night, and it might have been easy to get a load of punk and goth people after the alternative bars close. But to get both?
"We need fire, guys. Sexy fire. And I know this great guy..."
So Dan, who has recently been made a resident of Club Antichrist, and his boyfriend/techie, Guy (whom I have known for ages too) made a 6 hour journey here and I put them up in my house. We paid them for this sexuaesthetic, smouldering, spark-fucking gorgeous show. As you can see from the photos, it was superb.
Plymouth has been waiting for this. We got a lot of people through the door - fags, freaks, goths, dykes, punky dudes, cute guys with their shirts off who rubbed each other a lot. And you know, James, Kerry, Alex Rose, literally all of my best friends showed up to support us. Laimis, my Lady Gaga partner in crime, took the beautiful photos you can see - all for a few cigarettes and free entry.
There was this one moment, where I'd been sortin' Dan and Guy out backstage (with beer, filthscum), and I just sort of re-appeared in the main club and saw people dancing, mohawks bouncing, people I didn't even know just drinking and getting messy with each other. I saw the club owner, Dan, just looking in amazement as Dan angle-grinded his crotch and showered everyone with streams of sparks, then proceeded to run flaming torches across his arms and throat, seemingly consuming fire like it were ice cream. I can tell you now, I have never worked with a more professional, entertaining person before; no queeny strops, no bullshit. And trust me, he and Guy were fucking knackered when they got off the coach and they were even more dead when I waved them off from my house this morning.
So here are some links:
This is Dan, the performer's facebook page. Book him, he is pretty amazing
This is Laimis, the photographer. Use him, abuse him - he looks a bit like Ville Valo too.
And if you ever find yourself in Plymouth, go to the White Rabbit on any night and I guarantee you a good time.
Bex, Dan the club owner and I have a meeting this week to talk about the launch night. I really, really want to do another one. We'll get the whole circus down this time, if I have my way!
I am absolutely knackered and have so much uni work to do, it's unreal. Thankfully, I still have the energy, which is also unreal.
From the moment Bex and Dan, the owner of White Rabbit nightclub, got in touch with me, I made a point of saying that if they wanted this night to be different, then it would have to be Different. From city to city, this changes - you go to London, you'll get firebreathing and then some; you go to Corby and you'll be lynched. I'm not a club promotor or a PR expert, or even particularly organised, but the first thing I was adamant on was that we would have to have some performers. It might be easy to get gays through the door on a monday night, and it might have been easy to get a load of punk and goth people after the alternative bars close. But to get both?
"We need fire, guys. Sexy fire. And I know this great guy..."
So Dan, who has recently been made a resident of Club Antichrist, and his boyfriend/techie, Guy (whom I have known for ages too) made a 6 hour journey here and I put them up in my house. We paid them for this sexuaesthetic, smouldering, spark-fucking gorgeous show. As you can see from the photos, it was superb.
Plymouth has been waiting for this. We got a lot of people through the door - fags, freaks, goths, dykes, punky dudes, cute guys with their shirts off who rubbed each other a lot. And you know, James, Kerry, Alex Rose, literally all of my best friends showed up to support us. Laimis, my Lady Gaga partner in crime, took the beautiful photos you can see - all for a few cigarettes and free entry.
There was this one moment, where I'd been sortin' Dan and Guy out backstage (with beer, filthscum), and I just sort of re-appeared in the main club and saw people dancing, mohawks bouncing, people I didn't even know just drinking and getting messy with each other. I saw the club owner, Dan, just looking in amazement as Dan angle-grinded his crotch and showered everyone with streams of sparks, then proceeded to run flaming torches across his arms and throat, seemingly consuming fire like it were ice cream. I can tell you now, I have never worked with a more professional, entertaining person before; no queeny strops, no bullshit. And trust me, he and Guy were fucking knackered when they got off the coach and they were even more dead when I waved them off from my house this morning.
So here are some links:
This is Dan, the performer's facebook page. Book him, he is pretty amazing
This is Laimis, the photographer. Use him, abuse him - he looks a bit like Ville Valo too.
And if you ever find yourself in Plymouth, go to the White Rabbit on any night and I guarantee you a good time.
Bex, Dan the club owner and I have a meeting this week to talk about the launch night. I really, really want to do another one. We'll get the whole circus down this time, if I have my way!
I am absolutely knackered and have so much uni work to do, it's unreal. Thankfully, I still have the energy, which is also unreal.