:: Sunday, December 15, 2002
so.. it wuz a weird night..
went to this place called the "WEIMAR ROOM"
to describe.. imagine stepping into a David Lynch movie crossed with "The Bronze" (that nightclub from "BUFFY the Vampire Slayer" ). Damn fucken weird place.. fullblown suicidal goth vibe.. I wuz literally twitchin' / peering over my shoulder, on the lookout for blood suckers.. the decor had potential tho'.. it wuz an old video arcade. converted into a dark / gothic sort've caberet venue.. so, lots of trippy red lights / dark spaces / thick velvet red curtains, little lamps.. fucken annoying tiny little black chairs surrounding tiny little tables.. like some dinner theatre.. I mean, if done right it would've had some serious fucken ambience, some serious moody / emotive tragic romantic kinda thing goin' for it...
it's wuz a good idea in theory, butt, at the same time.. something about the place had me crawling out've my skin to get the fuck out've there..
after my senses got the better of me.. I fled out've there..
but.. not before catching a bizarre set from some "PLACEBO" wannabie band called "Hurt".. they were ok.. they sound had potential.. but, it looked like their first ever live set.. totally out've control, nervous, twitchy, jangling.. awkward to watch.. but, I'd say.. wait a year or so.. and, these fuckers may have potential..
also saw Wokka's live set.. and seems he wuz pickin' up the same "twitchy" vibe I had.. and so, he didn't have the best of nights.. (methinks he accidently flipped the "good/evil" switch on his keyboard..) still he fought the good fight.. so, points for that..
so.. stagger over into the AUSTRAL.. and catch the midget american - Cole, do a slamming "AUGUST FALLS" gig.. to describe.. imagine tiny tiny american accent dude.. singing at the top of his lungs like lead singer from the band "LIVE", with a crazy-ass band accompanymen that sorta reminds you of early 90's Pearl Jam.. y'know.. big bombastic rockin' tooons.. wailing guitar solos (they fucken rocked), nutta bouncin' around the stage action...
after you get over the initial cringe / cheese factor.. you can't but help be caught up in the full throttle guitar whammy experience.. those dudes play like maniacs.. they can only be.. the ROCK..
after all that.. guess I felt somewhat more mentally solid..
even tho'.. it wuz after my 7th beer or so..
the rest of the night.. a bit of blur..
I wuz meant to leave at 2AM.. running with my instincts..
(which told me - "this is gettin' me NOWHERE.. go HOME ALREADY!!!")
but, I end up catching the wrong nightbus.. it does the circle around.. and I end up back in the city at the same pub I left..
took that as a sign, went hardcore like drunken panda on dancefloor.. to the PRODIGY, BASEMENT JAXX, UNDERWORLD.. and afterwards.. felt a whole lot fucken better..
yup.. weird night..
:: Spoz 4:51 AM |