Thursday: Came home and found Dad back from the hospital with a big red scar curved up his head and a plaster to cover what I guess is either a missing (or at least partially missing) nostril.
Friday: I'm finding it very hard to look at the top of Dads head without getting freaked the fuck out. Got caught in the rain while I was walking to Chatham to do the week's shopping but I did get a bit cheered up when I got to Tescos. There's this one check out lady from Scotland I always try to see when I'm there, when I first saw her she seemed happy and friendly but in the last few months she just sounds more and more pissed off and for some strange reason it warms my heart to hear her say "you got a club card" in a pissed off, Scottish accent. Head for Rochester station after four, got to Victoria and went straight to an AMT Coffee (I always have to laugh when I see these because I always misread it as ATM and think Ass To Mouth, but enough of my childish indiscretions) ordered an Espresso, the guy asked if I wanted sugar with it, I also saw on the menu the variations on Espresso, there was the '4 Shot' (maybe something for next time) and another with a thin layer of milk on top, what pussy has milk and sugar with Espresso, that defeats the whole purpose. Went straight to HMV in Oxford Street looked for a Miles Davis album found it for fourteen pounds, immediately put it down and looked if I could find it cheaper in Sister Ray, found it for thirteen pounds in Virgin, decided that I wanted the album enough, put my arse in the air and let Virgin rape me for too much money for an album I really should have paid ten pounds or less for. Got something to eat at the Vegan Thai place off Soho Square, I found they have gotten a little more adventurous in their recipes but not that much great tasting as they had previously been. Got lemon juice from the Marks & Spencer's in Camden then a large coffee while I waited for doors to open at the Purple Turtle. About half way through my cup of coffee I felt my face go numb and was taken back to a time at the Tap when I would drink too many over priced pints of coke and refer to myself as Goatboy in third person (that's where it comes from if you ever wondered, well actually it was part of a Bill Hicks routine but that's how it pertains to me), wish there were decent places to get coffee before I go in the Tap, Friday nights by in large are crap now but at least I could get nice and psychotic. Went up to the bouncer with my ID, got asked how old I am and seeing as I've never had that question asked by a bouncer I was taken aback and actually had to think about it "twentyyyyyyyFour" I can scarcely believe it myself sometimes. I got asked for eight pounds before I said I was on the list (Holy Roar didn't send out tickets for this show but put everyone who paid on a guess list) I saw that the list was just a page long, Holy Roar seem to have been using the same method that the Tap does, use MySpace to say that the show is nearly sold out to get people to panic buy tickets. I hadn't been to a Hardcore show in London since New Year's, but seeing as this was a more Arty Hardcore show it wasn't the typical London crowd, less Thug like but way up their own arse (if I didn't know better I would say I was at a show in Kent).
Chronicles Of Adam West: The singer was wearing a Dillinger Escape Plan shirt so you could guess what they sounded like. They were pretty cool, it was the bass player from Cutting Pink With Knives birthday so they dragged him onstage and gave him a present, he unwrapped it and found it was a big vibrator.
Cutting Pink With Knives: The singer had a big afro and an Irish accent, before they started playing he said the crowd "looked like Waken" and were also "the biggest bunch of coffee drinking art fags" they didn't have a drummer but had a drum machine playing Electro beats, which sounded cool to begin with but the novelty wore off after three songs.
November Coming Fire: Played well but the crowd didn't seem to be that into it on the whole, but still they thanked us for "making this show what the last four haven't been" how much of a crappy tour have they been on?
Phoenix Bodies: Like how people dress up as Zombies for Send More Paramedics, Hardcore kids getting ready for Phoenix Bodies get semi naked and flash their cocks at each other, their was one guy who tried to get me to take my shirt off. The two singer came onstage wearing just pants and their heads through the neck of one white t-shirt which got torn apart after the first song. As the set progressed they began flashing their cocks at random intervolves, eventually one singer took his pants off, the other said his girlfriend bought him the pair he was wearing and couldn't risk loosing them, so to compromise he played the rest of the show with his cock half in and half out of his pants. At one point the singer who was completely naked did a stage dive and came back up with blood coming out of his nose staining his moustache red, the bass player from Cutting Pink With Scissors got up onstage, pulled his pants down, then his mate grabbed his cock and began pretending to give him a hand job, the mosh pit was nothing but guys in various states of undress, there were songs I knew the words to but was afraid to get near the stage. They ended with a cover of Fix Me by Black Flag, the singer who kept his pants on fixed his eyes on me and pointed at me, I guess he saw the tattoo.
Ed Gein: The crowd had noticeably dwindled and didn't seem that into them as much as Phoenix Bodies. They were OK, I watched them for a few songs but then thought "fuck it, I'm hunger" and left.
Got to Victoria, went to the Japanese place for tofu and rice and had my Hieronymus Bosh sleeve complemented by a middle aged American women. Got off the train at Chatham saw a bunch of kids fresh from the Manor waiting for a train to take them to the obscure little towns past Gillingham.
Saturday: The downside of drinking lots of coffee is that it takes fucking ages to get to sleep, only managed about two and a half hours but didn't feel too bad. Got the bus to Chatham, got a large Espresso from one of the coffee places in the Pentagon (hair of the dog), went up to the Tap and waited for it to open, it didn't Liam's mum saw me outside and sent him to fetch me, all the bands were hanging out in the garden, I wound up not paying to get in. Had a laugh with everyone, Red 13 played, they were good, then Wired, they played a really tight set with only a couple fuck ups (Pat's bass drum kept moving forward during the first song and had to be tapped down by Paul from Anticomplex before they could go any further and Liam broke a string on his bass and had to borrow another from Lak from Red 13), this could be Pat's first and last show with Wired, he's going back to the army soon, there was this guy called Spencer who came down because he's going to audition for them, he's a mate of Guy from that band I auditioned for back in February and he was wearing a Lamb Of God shirt but I'd hold any judgement until I saw him play. A guy came up to them after they played and offered them a gig down in Canterbury if Red 13 (and maybe Reasonable Doubt) wanted to play too. I did my sub-roadie thing and helped with carrying equipment. Got a lift off Steve after he dropped off Nadine, had a chat about how great Aerosmith were in the seventies and how shit they are now. Steve may be out next Friday as it's the last week he can smoke in an enclosed space plus it's his birthday next week (the former seemed to have more importance to him though).
Friday: I'm finding it very hard to look at the top of Dads head without getting freaked the fuck out. Got caught in the rain while I was walking to Chatham to do the week's shopping but I did get a bit cheered up when I got to Tescos. There's this one check out lady from Scotland I always try to see when I'm there, when I first saw her she seemed happy and friendly but in the last few months she just sounds more and more pissed off and for some strange reason it warms my heart to hear her say "you got a club card" in a pissed off, Scottish accent. Head for Rochester station after four, got to Victoria and went straight to an AMT Coffee (I always have to laugh when I see these because I always misread it as ATM and think Ass To Mouth, but enough of my childish indiscretions) ordered an Espresso, the guy asked if I wanted sugar with it, I also saw on the menu the variations on Espresso, there was the '4 Shot' (maybe something for next time) and another with a thin layer of milk on top, what pussy has milk and sugar with Espresso, that defeats the whole purpose. Went straight to HMV in Oxford Street looked for a Miles Davis album found it for fourteen pounds, immediately put it down and looked if I could find it cheaper in Sister Ray, found it for thirteen pounds in Virgin, decided that I wanted the album enough, put my arse in the air and let Virgin rape me for too much money for an album I really should have paid ten pounds or less for. Got something to eat at the Vegan Thai place off Soho Square, I found they have gotten a little more adventurous in their recipes but not that much great tasting as they had previously been. Got lemon juice from the Marks & Spencer's in Camden then a large coffee while I waited for doors to open at the Purple Turtle. About half way through my cup of coffee I felt my face go numb and was taken back to a time at the Tap when I would drink too many over priced pints of coke and refer to myself as Goatboy in third person (that's where it comes from if you ever wondered, well actually it was part of a Bill Hicks routine but that's how it pertains to me), wish there were decent places to get coffee before I go in the Tap, Friday nights by in large are crap now but at least I could get nice and psychotic. Went up to the bouncer with my ID, got asked how old I am and seeing as I've never had that question asked by a bouncer I was taken aback and actually had to think about it "twentyyyyyyyFour" I can scarcely believe it myself sometimes. I got asked for eight pounds before I said I was on the list (Holy Roar didn't send out tickets for this show but put everyone who paid on a guess list) I saw that the list was just a page long, Holy Roar seem to have been using the same method that the Tap does, use MySpace to say that the show is nearly sold out to get people to panic buy tickets. I hadn't been to a Hardcore show in London since New Year's, but seeing as this was a more Arty Hardcore show it wasn't the typical London crowd, less Thug like but way up their own arse (if I didn't know better I would say I was at a show in Kent).
Chronicles Of Adam West: The singer was wearing a Dillinger Escape Plan shirt so you could guess what they sounded like. They were pretty cool, it was the bass player from Cutting Pink With Knives birthday so they dragged him onstage and gave him a present, he unwrapped it and found it was a big vibrator.
Cutting Pink With Knives: The singer had a big afro and an Irish accent, before they started playing he said the crowd "looked like Waken" and were also "the biggest bunch of coffee drinking art fags" they didn't have a drummer but had a drum machine playing Electro beats, which sounded cool to begin with but the novelty wore off after three songs.
November Coming Fire: Played well but the crowd didn't seem to be that into it on the whole, but still they thanked us for "making this show what the last four haven't been" how much of a crappy tour have they been on?
Phoenix Bodies: Like how people dress up as Zombies for Send More Paramedics, Hardcore kids getting ready for Phoenix Bodies get semi naked and flash their cocks at each other, their was one guy who tried to get me to take my shirt off. The two singer came onstage wearing just pants and their heads through the neck of one white t-shirt which got torn apart after the first song. As the set progressed they began flashing their cocks at random intervolves, eventually one singer took his pants off, the other said his girlfriend bought him the pair he was wearing and couldn't risk loosing them, so to compromise he played the rest of the show with his cock half in and half out of his pants. At one point the singer who was completely naked did a stage dive and came back up with blood coming out of his nose staining his moustache red, the bass player from Cutting Pink With Scissors got up onstage, pulled his pants down, then his mate grabbed his cock and began pretending to give him a hand job, the mosh pit was nothing but guys in various states of undress, there were songs I knew the words to but was afraid to get near the stage. They ended with a cover of Fix Me by Black Flag, the singer who kept his pants on fixed his eyes on me and pointed at me, I guess he saw the tattoo.
Ed Gein: The crowd had noticeably dwindled and didn't seem that into them as much as Phoenix Bodies. They were OK, I watched them for a few songs but then thought "fuck it, I'm hunger" and left.
Got to Victoria, went to the Japanese place for tofu and rice and had my Hieronymus Bosh sleeve complemented by a middle aged American women. Got off the train at Chatham saw a bunch of kids fresh from the Manor waiting for a train to take them to the obscure little towns past Gillingham.
Saturday: The downside of drinking lots of coffee is that it takes fucking ages to get to sleep, only managed about two and a half hours but didn't feel too bad. Got the bus to Chatham, got a large Espresso from one of the coffee places in the Pentagon (hair of the dog), went up to the Tap and waited for it to open, it didn't Liam's mum saw me outside and sent him to fetch me, all the bands were hanging out in the garden, I wound up not paying to get in. Had a laugh with everyone, Red 13 played, they were good, then Wired, they played a really tight set with only a couple fuck ups (Pat's bass drum kept moving forward during the first song and had to be tapped down by Paul from Anticomplex before they could go any further and Liam broke a string on his bass and had to borrow another from Lak from Red 13), this could be Pat's first and last show with Wired, he's going back to the army soon, there was this guy called Spencer who came down because he's going to audition for them, he's a mate of Guy from that band I auditioned for back in February and he was wearing a Lamb Of God shirt but I'd hold any judgement until I saw him play. A guy came up to them after they played and offered them a gig down in Canterbury if Red 13 (and maybe Reasonable Doubt) wanted to play too. I did my sub-roadie thing and helped with carrying equipment. Got a lift off Steve after he dropped off Nadine, had a chat about how great Aerosmith were in the seventies and how shit they are now. Steve may be out next Friday as it's the last week he can smoke in an enclosed space plus it's his birthday next week (the former seemed to have more importance to him though).