after handing in my work on friday (it ate me), i bumped into 'the guys' in library square and went to sit outside falmer bar and eat and drink. the cook there can be pretty good - always go for the specials or the soup. jess and i had good fucking curry, vegan to boot. sweet potato, lentil and coconut; jess chipped in a seventh of the price and et nearly half, but i don't mind. had some peanuts too. you really, really didn't need to know that. so glossing over the gaps, i'm gonna go a bit faster now. time came to go home; went to the bike, unlocked it and thought, "ooh, better just go to the loo." thus began two hours of net action involving boytaurs. just as i was on the verge of leaving, thom rang, he was on campus too! yay! he'd just moved in 'cause his house was falling down. we went to psy society night at east-slope, with rache, who then went to "all mouth, no trousers" and became the first woman there to read poetry in the nude, in the four years they've been running it. i'm so proud of her.
but right though, why is psy-trance so... normal? it's completely 'un-psychedelic'. psycedelia is surely about losing your mind, listen to robert wyatt and kevin ayers and trout mask replica and then tell me about psychedelia. it reminds me of listening to the grateful dead - boring, MOR blues. point being, you have to be on copius amounts of mind-altering substances to find it remotely psychedlic.
yeah, but plenty of people listen to psytrance without doing drugs and have a great time!
right, but plenty of people listen to folk without taking drugs and have a great time. and plenty of people listen to genuinely psychedlic music, with or without drugs, and have a great time. and some people listen to chris de burgh without anything and have a great time but no-one's claiming that to be psychedelic. so it's not about the drugs, which i know absolutely nothing about; it's giving the right name to a scene. psy-trance is a psychedelic scene based around music i find, on the whole, quite dull.
well, each to their own.
there's two sides to every story.
so then i went back to thom's new pad, listened to vauxhall & I and blue jam, and we went to bed. eerily comforting, but i tried to leave about three in the morning when i ran out of room on the bed. then went back to sleep, or what amounts to sleep when i'm in bed with someone. actually, sleeping with jo was well comfortable, so it must just be certain people or certain beds.
woke up and went postering for MUNGG, sticking lovely jeffrey brown cartoons all over campus. went home, tired and sore of back. saturday was beth's meal at nia, crippling my weeks budget. £240 between 11 people, fankfully i only had to put £15 in. we meant to make it to the pub by 9.30, and had told people to meet us there. they turned up but we never did. went back to beth's for cool music and scary drug biscuits and booze.
sunday? laurence came home from reading and seeing the old gang and the marvellous Senser, loaded with Envy Cds. very good. got message from thom, bad news. put me in a very low mood. it's all getting too much. half watched shite telly and went to bed early.
next few days: chased round town looking for people to donate to our fund-raising raffle; the lovely man in the yellow submarine gave me a ten pound t-shirt but no-one else cared. ended up buying three bottles of wine for a tenner, knowing i'd make the money back in the end. et bagels and cookies and soup and coffee.
so the line up for MUNGG - myself, laurence, beth and robin. started with 'black ants in sound dust' by stereolab, followed by hadid by quickspace. bands i'm bitter we didn't play -
cult of luna
super furry animals.
and probably many others, but what we did play (including strange by) went down so well. i did this great grind mix, with "mild und leise" by paul lansky inbetween naplam death, the locust, and agoraphobic nosebleed. at that point, i thought the punters had got the message, so we stuck something a bit mellower on. but that was my highlight. next time - more grind. so it went very well and we raised about 22 quid. never mind.
the night after was strange by's last gig (possibly). without thom, so even more final-tastic. but they bloody rocked. andy's singing has got really good, and from a shaky begining they've become a mighty force for good. lots of silly rock postures and thrash-punk. great. yes it was. it was so the scene place to be, all the cool indie kids who never make eye contact with me in one easy room. dancing with steve was well good. i can dance to anything! except cheesy pop. then got chatting to jennifer from my course, who i'd never properly spoken to before. went upstairs with her and laurence, but jess queued outside for half an hour with Brobin then went home, so we didn't stayt very long either. went round rachel and robns, who were watching west side story for rachy-poos exam today. watched another half-hour of willow. took the piss out of big brother. got dragged home; bumped into jordan on the way back, hilarious. he was drunk and damp and hiccuppy and totally confused by people saying his name. lovely.