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hirezToday I am mostly being asleep after driving through the worst rain I've ever experienced while car-bound. The previous worst was a storm encountered while driving north through rural Alabama a couple of years ago. That featured Hollywood-style forked lightning, Bob Mould-style black sheets of rain and an unlit interstate. (they have no catseyes. Trying to find a (luckily relatively straight) road in the dark and seriously pissing wet with about five yards of visibility was... An experience I'd hoped not to repeat.) The Biblical Tribulation theme was continued when I staggered wild-eyed into a motel room to discover that the only channels on the telly were CNN (Death and destruction some 150 miles away as a hurricane charged through a trailer-park), Country Music Network (Ok, so Shania Twain in a corset wasn't that horrible) and three channels of excitable God-bothering jammed with demands for money, miracle cures of the lame and truly frightening amounts of bad makeup seemingly applied with a pointing trowel.
So anyway. It was a bugger of a drive up to Cheltenham, where Interlock and Needleye were going to be 'throwing it down in a live style' (or whatever the youth call it these days) in what used to be the best pub in the known universe. But preposterous tales (now then, now then) of dodgy biker pubs, police raids, table-throwing, dead tramps and alleged substance abuse are far outside the scope of this document. Probably.
The bands were... Shit-hot, oddly enough. I'm not a great one for metal - in fact I'd go at least as far as considering 90% of the genre to be tedious cock-posturing toss, but if there's a subgenre that sounds a lot like hardcore-breakbeat-gabba-metal then those two bands are it. I've also (about twice) wondered what the choir(s) from 'Le Mystere des Voix Bulgares' (One of the most powerfully unsettling noises I've ever heard) would sound like with a 'Huuurrgh!'-metal backing. But that's yet another red-rubber-torch-through-leaded-window experience which may lose impact through translation.
[ There should be LJ-linkage in the previous paragraphs. I'll work out how to do it one day. ]
It appears that several people could do with paying heed to the teachings of Steve Albini. Do the kids learn nothing these days? Hey ho. Horse, water, project management.
Dreams: I don't generally pay much attention to what is probably just my brain rebuilding its indexes, but when an alien in the form of Sharon Stone features heavily, one should at least write it down somewhere. If only for potential screenplay value. Just not right now. Not while I can still see the gun in my hand going off rather more clearly than I want to.
Meme-tics: No, I don't care to ask, thanks all the same. I'm not much of a one for drunken truth-games either. Not anymore. "Never put your trust in an unarmed man". Or in idiots. Stealthy ones at that.
So anyway. It was a bugger of a drive up to Cheltenham, where Interlock and Needleye were going to be 'throwing it down in a live style' (or whatever the youth call it these days) in what used to be the best pub in the known universe. But preposterous tales (now then, now then) of dodgy biker pubs, police raids, table-throwing, dead tramps and alleged substance abuse are far outside the scope of this document. Probably.
The bands were... Shit-hot, oddly enough. I'm not a great one for metal - in fact I'd go at least as far as considering 90% of the genre to be tedious cock-posturing toss, but if there's a subgenre that sounds a lot like hardcore-breakbeat-gabba-metal then those two bands are it. I've also (about twice) wondered what the choir(s) from 'Le Mystere des Voix Bulgares' (One of the most powerfully unsettling noises I've ever heard) would sound like with a 'Huuurrgh!'-metal backing. But that's yet another red-rubber-torch-through-leaded-window experience which may lose impact through translation.
[ There should be LJ-linkage in the previous paragraphs. I'll work out how to do it one day. ]
It appears that several people could do with paying heed to the teachings of Steve Albini. Do the kids learn nothing these days? Hey ho. Horse, water, project management.
Dreams: I don't generally pay much attention to what is probably just my brain rebuilding its indexes, but when an alien in the form of Sharon Stone features heavily, one should at least write it down somewhere. If only for potential screenplay value. Just not right now. Not while I can still see the gun in my hand going off rather more clearly than I want to.
Meme-tics: No, I don't care to ask, thanks all the same. I'm not much of a one for drunken truth-games either. Not anymore. "Never put your trust in an unarmed man". Or in idiots. Stealthy ones at that.
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Date: 2002-05-21 10:05 am (UTC)BTW you never did get back to me about Joust (http://www.joust.info)
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Date: 2002-05-21 04:31 pm (UTC)Apologies - I've not been getting back to anyone about anything of late. (So it's nothing personal.)
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Date: 2002-05-21 03:41 pm (UTC)without the spaces, but you worked that out.
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Date: 2002-05-21 04:33 pm (UTC)