Underworld: Crimson Kiss
Cape Town's goth scene has its ups and downs and, from the look of things, it's on the up again, thanks to the sterling efforts of a friend of mine, Michelle Geel, who's organising some of the most fabulous events held at a Claremont club called Wadda. Now, ordinarily, Wadda caters for the younger student crowd but once every few months, the owner lets the goths take over for one night. Well, I don't think they could complain that they lost revenue specialising for a particular crowd. The place was absolutely packed and folks went to a lot of effort to dress to the nines. The music was a blend of old and new, courtesy of DJs Minstrel, Corvus and others, and the dancefloor was packed. To add to the fun, some rather nommy burlesque girls also took to the floor, giving a delectable performance. And, on top of that there were give-aways, including bar vouchers, coloured contact lenses and more.
Normally we'd fade shortly after midnight but last night we stayed until well after 3am, testament to one of the most devilishly delightful parties Cape Town's seen in ages. It was wonderful being among all the beautiful people.
Oh, and some journo from the scene interviewed me for a magazine. According to him, I'm a gothic "icon". More like dinosaur. I've been around since the late 90s. Thomas, however, is positively prehistoric, having been in the scene since the days of The Stage and The Playground. I only remember The Fringe, Club Uranus, goth nights at Springfields, The Purple Turtle, The Blood Doll Society parties, Sick 'n Twisted... and a few other nostalgic names.
Kudos to Michelle. You rock, girl!
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EPILOGUE
We got home at 4.30am this morning. Our neighbour was still partying and we were blessed listening to 80s rock "greats" like Foreigner and Phil Collins. Joy. I was tired so I conked out completely, only to be awoken at 8.30am by our other neighbour's blessed little jack russell terrier barking its little head off. Not to mention that Mr Classic Rock next door was at the music again, to add to the fun. It would appear that the baboons had gotten into the rubbish bin and the plucky little dog was yammering away. Not good for my need to rest and of course it got my animals all restless. Cats stampeding through the house, dogs scratching at the door to be let back in. I eventually gave up and rose at 9.30am, and once again, I do not have a hangover. As for Thomas... The less said the better.
Oh, and now the neighbour's hit the R&B. I can't win. I think I'll hide in the dark cavern that's my study.
Normally we'd fade shortly after midnight but last night we stayed until well after 3am, testament to one of the most devilishly delightful parties Cape Town's seen in ages. It was wonderful being among all the beautiful people.
Oh, and some journo from the scene interviewed me for a magazine. According to him, I'm a gothic "icon". More like dinosaur. I've been around since the late 90s. Thomas, however, is positively prehistoric, having been in the scene since the days of The Stage and The Playground. I only remember The Fringe, Club Uranus, goth nights at Springfields, The Purple Turtle, The Blood Doll Society parties, Sick 'n Twisted... and a few other nostalgic names.
Kudos to Michelle. You rock, girl!
* * * *
EPILOGUE
We got home at 4.30am this morning. Our neighbour was still partying and we were blessed listening to 80s rock "greats" like Foreigner and Phil Collins. Joy. I was tired so I conked out completely, only to be awoken at 8.30am by our other neighbour's blessed little jack russell terrier barking its little head off. Not to mention that Mr Classic Rock next door was at the music again, to add to the fun. It would appear that the baboons had gotten into the rubbish bin and the plucky little dog was yammering away. Not good for my need to rest and of course it got my animals all restless. Cats stampeding through the house, dogs scratching at the door to be let back in. I eventually gave up and rose at 9.30am, and once again, I do not have a hangover. As for Thomas... The less said the better.
Oh, and now the neighbour's hit the R&B. I can't win. I think I'll hide in the dark cavern that's my study.