Tonight is Buck 65 at the Rescue Rooms!!! I'm going!
This is a good good thing!
So I continued my forray in to different music scenes on friday night by going to a night headlined by Dizzee Rascal and filled out with a lot of acts recently signed to his new label....
Garage has never really been my scene, or even a scene for which I've had any interest whatsoever- what I have heard I haven't especially enjoyed, and the attitude that seems to come with much of it is LOUSY! That said, I figured irrespective of anything else, Dizzee Rascal is widely considered to be pretty tallented, and I caught a few minutes of him at the Leeds festival the other year and thought he sounded ok....
I was disappointed to hear, having already bought the ticket for the night, (which at 13.50 I didn't feel was that cheap) that it wasn't to be a Dizzee Rascal Show per se, and that in fact it was the launch of his new record label and he would be doing a few songs at the end. This, I felt, was poor, and slightly misleading advertising on certain peoples parts.
Undeterred, I convince a friend of mine to come along with me with the promise of bought drinks, and off we went to the night. We arrive at 10:30 to find that the Dizzee Rascal showcase is billed to start at 11 and go on till 2. Having passed through the metal detectors(!) outside, we have a few drinks and take in our surroundings.
The crowd seemed to comprise of a slightly uneasy mix of white middle class students and extremely theatening gangs of rudeboys... Neither of us fitted terribly well in to either category and we stuck out like the standard sore thumb. How wonderfully multi-cultural, I thought...!
Time passes and the same average DJ spins the same average commercial American hip hop joints, to equal delight from both the students and the gangsters, and whilst I got pretty bored, it is clearly being enjoyed by a large percentage of the room....
12:30 rolls around and I'm starting to think that this was a lot of money given that fuck all of note has happened yet...
Shortly after 12:30, there commences an hour of some of the worst Garage "music" I have ever heard, comprising largely of 3 rudeboy types in dark glasses and hoodies "bigging up Newham General" and throwing gun shapes at a fairly unimpressed crowd. We go and listen to 20 minutes of nondescript dance music in the other room...
We return at 1:25 to find that Dizzee Rascal is about to come on, and heady with the anticipation of actually getting to see half an hour of something we'd actually paid to see, made our way to the front for a bit of a boogie.
Dizzee Rascal plays.... he is good!
20 minutes in to the set, which I'm enjoying a lot, things begin to go tits up...
We're dancing about and having a really good time, when suddenly I am bumped, hard, by a large black rude boy;- my face reflecting in his bling! I hold my hands up and look at him apologetically over the noise of the music. He leans in to me and say some thing along the lines of
"You made me drop my shit, you owe me 10"
I am slightly taken aback, but realise almost instantly that I've seen this trick before, most notably used by drug dealers on tourists on the streets of Amsterdam, whereby individuals are singled out, bumped in to, and then shaken down for cash because they caused the imaginary dropping of something valuable....
I respond with "dude, I didn't make you drop anything, come on.."
This guys mate chimes in with "you made him drop his shit, give him 10" and I realise I am outnumbered.
Had it been earlier in the night and I'd been sober, I would probably have given up the cash just to avoid the conflict, given that I was on slightly unfamilliar territory and had absolutely noone to back me up, but I was absolutely enraged by this pair of chancers, who whilst were by no means kids, weren't the scariest pair I've ever stood up to either.
I take a step back as they repeat their demand and say in my firmest voice "I'M GIVING YOU FUCKING NOTHING!"
2 Two suddenly becomes 5 and I'm surrounded by these guys. They're all pushing me and throwing gun shapes in my face and one leans in and says "give him 10 or something's gonna happen..."
These guys close in around me and start trying to take my wallet and phone out of my pockets. I panic, realise that I'm gonna have to do something fucking serious to escape without either getting robbed or being seriously hurt, or both, and push these guys away. I come up swinging with the beer bottle I've been holding and these guys take a slight step back....
I am absolute seconds away from having to do something drastic just to get away, as they begin to advance again, when this little rude boy pushes in between us, starts pushing them away, then pushes me hard in the chest. I fall back though the crowd slightly and, spotting my opportunity, disappear through the masses with my friend in tow, who incidentally is in boredline hysterics by this point.
Dizzee Rascal plays on, oblivious...
We slide out of a fire exit and hastily make our way home..
You know what? Fuck it! I'm not sure the Garage scene is for me....
THERE IS NO GOD AND YOU'RE A BAD DRIVER!!!!!
S.x
This is a good good thing!
So I continued my forray in to different music scenes on friday night by going to a night headlined by Dizzee Rascal and filled out with a lot of acts recently signed to his new label....
Garage has never really been my scene, or even a scene for which I've had any interest whatsoever- what I have heard I haven't especially enjoyed, and the attitude that seems to come with much of it is LOUSY! That said, I figured irrespective of anything else, Dizzee Rascal is widely considered to be pretty tallented, and I caught a few minutes of him at the Leeds festival the other year and thought he sounded ok....
I was disappointed to hear, having already bought the ticket for the night, (which at 13.50 I didn't feel was that cheap) that it wasn't to be a Dizzee Rascal Show per se, and that in fact it was the launch of his new record label and he would be doing a few songs at the end. This, I felt, was poor, and slightly misleading advertising on certain peoples parts.
Undeterred, I convince a friend of mine to come along with me with the promise of bought drinks, and off we went to the night. We arrive at 10:30 to find that the Dizzee Rascal showcase is billed to start at 11 and go on till 2. Having passed through the metal detectors(!) outside, we have a few drinks and take in our surroundings.
The crowd seemed to comprise of a slightly uneasy mix of white middle class students and extremely theatening gangs of rudeboys... Neither of us fitted terribly well in to either category and we stuck out like the standard sore thumb. How wonderfully multi-cultural, I thought...!
Time passes and the same average DJ spins the same average commercial American hip hop joints, to equal delight from both the students and the gangsters, and whilst I got pretty bored, it is clearly being enjoyed by a large percentage of the room....
12:30 rolls around and I'm starting to think that this was a lot of money given that fuck all of note has happened yet...
Shortly after 12:30, there commences an hour of some of the worst Garage "music" I have ever heard, comprising largely of 3 rudeboy types in dark glasses and hoodies "bigging up Newham General" and throwing gun shapes at a fairly unimpressed crowd. We go and listen to 20 minutes of nondescript dance music in the other room...
We return at 1:25 to find that Dizzee Rascal is about to come on, and heady with the anticipation of actually getting to see half an hour of something we'd actually paid to see, made our way to the front for a bit of a boogie.
Dizzee Rascal plays.... he is good!
20 minutes in to the set, which I'm enjoying a lot, things begin to go tits up...
We're dancing about and having a really good time, when suddenly I am bumped, hard, by a large black rude boy;- my face reflecting in his bling! I hold my hands up and look at him apologetically over the noise of the music. He leans in to me and say some thing along the lines of
"You made me drop my shit, you owe me 10"
I am slightly taken aback, but realise almost instantly that I've seen this trick before, most notably used by drug dealers on tourists on the streets of Amsterdam, whereby individuals are singled out, bumped in to, and then shaken down for cash because they caused the imaginary dropping of something valuable....
I respond with "dude, I didn't make you drop anything, come on.."
This guys mate chimes in with "you made him drop his shit, give him 10" and I realise I am outnumbered.
Had it been earlier in the night and I'd been sober, I would probably have given up the cash just to avoid the conflict, given that I was on slightly unfamilliar territory and had absolutely noone to back me up, but I was absolutely enraged by this pair of chancers, who whilst were by no means kids, weren't the scariest pair I've ever stood up to either.
I take a step back as they repeat their demand and say in my firmest voice "I'M GIVING YOU FUCKING NOTHING!"
2 Two suddenly becomes 5 and I'm surrounded by these guys. They're all pushing me and throwing gun shapes in my face and one leans in and says "give him 10 or something's gonna happen..."
These guys close in around me and start trying to take my wallet and phone out of my pockets. I panic, realise that I'm gonna have to do something fucking serious to escape without either getting robbed or being seriously hurt, or both, and push these guys away. I come up swinging with the beer bottle I've been holding and these guys take a slight step back....
I am absolute seconds away from having to do something drastic just to get away, as they begin to advance again, when this little rude boy pushes in between us, starts pushing them away, then pushes me hard in the chest. I fall back though the crowd slightly and, spotting my opportunity, disappear through the masses with my friend in tow, who incidentally is in boredline hysterics by this point.
Dizzee Rascal plays on, oblivious...
We slide out of a fire exit and hastily make our way home..
You know what? Fuck it! I'm not sure the Garage scene is for me....
THERE IS NO GOD AND YOU'RE A BAD DRIVER!!!!!
S.x
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me44445:
im visiting nottingham in feb or march on a uni open day... ooh ahh
pinklet:
Oh no...... Ur almost gone..... fadding away before our eyes...... come back soon!