A week after my birthday it was Dave's, we ended up going to a Chinese restaurant in a fairly low-key outing. I normally avoid going to Chinese restaurants as they seem to be a particularly crap culture for vegetarians, all the food I've had in the past had been either minging or super-bland. I think if you're not keen on big piles of steaming chicken than you're in trouble. However I actually did have something I quite liked. Cultureshock! It was tofu and veg in a kung po sauce, which I ordered because it reminded me of that film Kung Pow.
Later in the month I went to see The Dresden Dolls with Dave, Ceri and Russ in the wild and wooly lands of Glasgow. First time I've ever been there, it seemed okay though. We stayed in some backpacker hostel type place, where we'd rented a four-person room. The room was fine but unfortunately was placed in the building so that you had to walk through another room full of beds to get to it... I bet all those backpackers fucking loved us drunkenly traipsing through at 2 in the morning. The Dresden Dolls gig was a bit odd as the drummer had thrown a flid or something and decided not to come on tour, so they'd cancelled most of the gigs but the piano-singer-lady was still doing a few by herself. So it wasn't quite the full effect, but it was still very good. It was surprising how much noise she managed to belt out in fact seeing as it was just her and a keyboard. She did some new song called Ampersand for the first time as well, which was very nice, i hope it makes it to record form.
Then like a week later I went with Swin to Manchester to see Sleater-Kinney. We scabbed a lift off some people she knows who were going in a van, we were in the back. I don't mean like a minibus type thing, it was one of those car-size vans you see people transporting dogs in. We had to lie down on the floor most of the way there and back! But it was fun actually, plus free which was a major boon. The Dresden Dolls adventure had kicked my financial arse and I was basically penniless at that point. First gig I've been to in ages where I've been entirely sober all night. Anyway Sleater-Kinney were ace, I'd wandered if they might be a bit less rocky in person, if anything they were louder and shoutier than their records. Plus the support act were the Pipettes, who I've wanted to see for ages, ever since Dean first told me about them and I grew to share his sinister obsession with their keyboard player Rose. ROSE I LOVE YOU!
A couple days ago the Superkings did a gig at the Yorkshire House, we roped in other local bands we like, it was a really good night I thought. Mind you I managed to become sloppily drunk for a change thanks to the cheap double vodkas, and we somehow ended up in the bloody Revolution which was an error, but I think other people less pissed than me had a good time too. Had a pretty good turn-out too considering that my tardiness and Dave's laziness meant we did pretty much no bloody advertising for it. Speaking of the Superkings, my cack-handed attempts at learning an instrument are sort of staggering along, I don't think I'm going to be able to play at the Okkervil River gigs though, which makes me want to cry. Maybe I could do something similar to Eleanor or Sarah though, and just play on one or two tracks at first, and spend the rest of the gig hiding behind Soph's cello. Or shaking a tambourine or something. Maracas?
In geek news I am very much enjoying the new season of Battlestar Galactica. It's so ace. Why can't there be more scifi telly like this? Something that fulfils my fanboy desires for spaceships and robots and whatnot, but also features actual character depth and plot development. And nice dialogue. The episode the week before where Starbuck and Apollo met again for the first time in ages was so nicely done. "No take-backs!" Anyway, I am also quite excited about the second season of Lost being nearly upon us. Hopefully it's not going to be twelve weeks of them trying to work out how to get down that fucking shaft. In this week's Lost, the survivors manage to create forty foot of rope from their own pubic hair, but it's then set on fire by ghosts and they have to start again.
I'll leave you with this shocking revelation;
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
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