I seem to be updating my Livejournal less and less frequently these days.
Perhaps it's because the format simply doesn't appeal that much to me anymore; I often feel the urge to write sizeable rants about political or philosophical things, the things I mull over in my brain when I should be working, but I fear that even the most valiant of wordsmithing efforts will be crushed beneath the cruel, ever-spinning scroll wheel of indifference, the reader's time instead spent completing a "Which venereal disease are you?
So as a result, I end up not writing much at all, beyond the occasional link to a music video or similar. Theoretically, I should probably set up a wordpress blog or something like that, but I'm lazy.
Anyway, this is turning into a meta-post, so to some actual content.---------------
I saw these fine looking young lads play at the San Francisco Bathhouse in Wellingtron last weekend.
We don't get alot of big, international acts coming to visit New Zealand (particularly not south of Auckland), but the silver lining of that cloud is that when they do, they don't need to borrow a stadium for the occasion. While massively famous in the US and UK, the turnout for The Bravery
was about what one would expect for a popular local band.
They obviously appreciated this intimacy, and they seemed to enjoy themselves alot. Endicott, their singer, managed to attract a few boos from the audience when he blurted out: "We've been here in Australia
for the past two weeks", but saved well. He introduced each song, explaining the meaning behind each one, and when the time came for the encore, exclaimed "We can't really be bothered doing this tonight. How about you all just pretend we've left the stage and just come back, and you're all really excited."
And we were. They played primarily songs from the first album and The Moon
versions of songs from their second, all full of synthy goodness and energy.
And I musn't neglect to mention the opening band, HEAT LIKE ME
, a four-piece dance ensemble who Don't Play Guitars. The crowd reaction was lukewarm - they had to remind people that "We ARE a dance band, you know.." - goddamn hipsters with their folded arms. Anyway, they were pretty damn good in my opinion, and well worth seeing again.---------------
I went along to Shadowlounge
on the Friday preceding, and I was pleasantly surprised by the good turnout (and also pleasantly surprised at the range of music - cheers Darian, and Brad for playing Xymox for me). I had a lovely time flailing to the music, talking nonsense and getting slightly more drunk than was probably advisable.
Somehow we all ended up in a bar behind the Attic Lounge where, for reasons unbeknownst, three teenaged girls were making out in a corner. What with that being about the only entertainment left at that point, we called it a night.---------------
Otherwise, I didn't get up to a hell of a lot in Wellington, largely due to being sick as a dog and having lungs full of cat fur. I caught up with a bunch of people - staying with kaajatimos
and crew, going shopping with cornix
and meeting up with Sangita, an old school friend.
The latter was a little strange. Sangita and I have never really had anything whatsoever in common, yet have been close friends ever since we met. We have even less in common now. So while it wasn't awkward - it never is - it was almost.. pointless? Every part of the conversation beyond "Hey, it's good to see you" was entirely trivial and meaningless. I find the same with most of my friends from before about 2005. Still, it's nice in a way. You can be completely open and honest in talking about your life with somebody like that because the fact is, they're not really a part of your life on the whole and nothing you say to them is likely to affect it in any adverse kind of way.
I attempted to visit the New Zealand School of Music
at Massey, but essentially failed as I discovered half-way through my tour that the Sonic Arts campus is in fact in Kelburn, and it was far too late to plan a mission in that direction.
I'm going to [sic] my post here, otherwise nobody will read it. More to follow in the coming days. And the obligatory music..---------------
The Knife - We Share Our Mother's Health
This video is right at the top of my list of Things Not To Trip To. The Knife
are a fucking brilliant
two-piece from Sweden. Slightly creepy electro-something-or-other, like Kraftwerk churned through a meat grinder by an insane clown who is also handing out poisoned candy. And dancing.