Blues for Buddha
Hmmm, sorry. My moods go up and down a bit at the moment. I've averaged very little sleep over the past couple of weeks, some for good reasons (last night's kreuzdammer extravaganza for one), and others for bad reasons. Acupuncuture has been successful in so far as I am acutely sensitised to caffeine now and if i drink coke i will not sleep. At all. Last night's experiment with JD and coke being a case in point, resulting in yet another day at work seeing everything in shades of grey. I suspect my reign as Queen of Bacardi & Cokes might be coming to an end, much as I enjoy it as a vice.
So what's up? Have bought my own body weight in CDs from Amazon. John Foxx, early Ultravox and Human League, the Wildhearts and Motley Crue are all getting a spin.
Spent last weekend at Hitchin free music festival. After last week I nearly didn't bother - could have seriously done with some peace and quiet and sleep but playing Wildhearts "Life is Like a Love Bank" ten times on repeat persuaded me to seize the weekend and test the public transport links from a severely battered Kings Cross.
Glad I went. It's a really nice little local festival, a few stalls, lots of weird paper mache sculptures made by the local schools (much cooler than anything that daft bint Emin comes up with). Lots of bands that for the second year running I completely missed. Scorchingly hot weather.
Drank too much vodka and had to be assisted back to Maz's trailer by a rather charming gentleman (with brief breaks for me to go and vomit into the bushes). The reckless binge drinking society you keep hearing about? Um? that might be me **sorry**. Oddly enough the fact that I'm a scruffy rock chick that can't hold her drink didn't seem to put him off and we went for another drink on Tuesday (where I was much more restrained). He's off scuba-diving this weekend but y'know, watch this space for stuff that might become vaguely romantic. Or something. He even gave me the straw hat that he was wearing at the festival, which I'm sure in Victorian times must have been some secret code or other for something risque.
Had Thursday off work. Contemplated doing the two minute silence on my own in my bedsit. Then said "fuck it" and took the tube down to Oxford Circus. Tried to get Wispy Beard out to join me for the occasion, but he had been tied to his desk by a client (I'm sure he meant metaphorically and not literally, although it might explain why he can afford such a nice house....), so I stood in Carnaby Street and watched the traffic grind to a halt, the office workers and tourists and shop workers pour out to the street and the conversations gradually die off until everyone was standing silent.......
Then I hit the H&M Sale. Just selflessly doing my bit for the British economy, you understand?
Went back out to Edmonton for a bit, did a bit of work and then headed back in to meet Maz, random_goth and voidy in the Intrepid Fox for a pre-gig drink. And what can be said about London's filthy seedy heart, Soho, on a fine summer's evening that hasn't already been said by more talented writers than myself? The Fox was spinning a fine set of songs including Faith No More and Sugar by SOAD. Considered writing "we built this city on rock and roll" on the toilet door in the Fox, but had sadly neglected to bring even the regulation black eyeliner pencil in with me. We then made our way to Madame JoJo's for Dave C's Kreuzdammer gig. Entertaining, although Dave seemed a bit cramped on the small stage - he obviously wanted to jump around a bit but umpteen cables and the five foot drop on the stage made it a somewhat dangerous affair. My ears are still buzzing though. Yep, it's too loud and I'm definitely too old.
So what's up? Have bought my own body weight in CDs from Amazon. John Foxx, early Ultravox and Human League, the Wildhearts and Motley Crue are all getting a spin.
Spent last weekend at Hitchin free music festival. After last week I nearly didn't bother - could have seriously done with some peace and quiet and sleep but playing Wildhearts "Life is Like a Love Bank" ten times on repeat persuaded me to seize the weekend and test the public transport links from a severely battered Kings Cross.
Glad I went. It's a really nice little local festival, a few stalls, lots of weird paper mache sculptures made by the local schools (much cooler than anything that daft bint Emin comes up with). Lots of bands that for the second year running I completely missed. Scorchingly hot weather.
Drank too much vodka and had to be assisted back to Maz's trailer by a rather charming gentleman (with brief breaks for me to go and vomit into the bushes). The reckless binge drinking society you keep hearing about? Um? that might be me **sorry**. Oddly enough the fact that I'm a scruffy rock chick that can't hold her drink didn't seem to put him off and we went for another drink on Tuesday (where I was much more restrained). He's off scuba-diving this weekend but y'know, watch this space for stuff that might become vaguely romantic. Or something. He even gave me the straw hat that he was wearing at the festival, which I'm sure in Victorian times must have been some secret code or other for something risque.
Had Thursday off work. Contemplated doing the two minute silence on my own in my bedsit. Then said "fuck it" and took the tube down to Oxford Circus. Tried to get Wispy Beard out to join me for the occasion, but he had been tied to his desk by a client (I'm sure he meant metaphorically and not literally, although it might explain why he can afford such a nice house....), so I stood in Carnaby Street and watched the traffic grind to a halt, the office workers and tourists and shop workers pour out to the street and the conversations gradually die off until everyone was standing silent.......
Then I hit the H&M Sale. Just selflessly doing my bit for the British economy, you understand?
Went back out to Edmonton for a bit, did a bit of work and then headed back in to meet Maz, random_goth and voidy in the Intrepid Fox for a pre-gig drink. And what can be said about London's filthy seedy heart, Soho, on a fine summer's evening that hasn't already been said by more talented writers than myself? The Fox was spinning a fine set of songs including Faith No More and Sugar by SOAD. Considered writing "we built this city on rock and roll" on the toilet door in the Fox, but had sadly neglected to bring even the regulation black eyeliner pencil in with me. We then made our way to Madame JoJo's for Dave C's Kreuzdammer gig. Entertaining, although Dave seemed a bit cramped on the small stage - he obviously wanted to jump around a bit but umpteen cables and the five foot drop on the stage made it a somewhat dangerous affair. My ears are still buzzing though. Yep, it's too loud and I'm definitely too old.