The Calling, then Puressence.

[zotz]

It's been a moderately quiet couple of days at work. Da boss (not da old boss, da new boss) asked if I could keep the list of projects topped up and available. Truly she is a master of delegation. Still, she seems to be finding actual useful stuff to do with the minutes saved, so I don't suppose anyone'll complain.

Tuesday night was the Calling. I was tired and knew that Wednesday was going to be a long day, so I tried to get an hour's sleep beforehand - and failed totally. At the venue, I went on first and almost totally failed to get anybody dancing - by the end of my set it had turned into one of those totally ridicukous "I don't care any more" moments with Leechwoman and Foetus and the Birthday Party and My Bloody Valentine.

Tristan danced to these, but no other fucker did. Setlist in full here.

Wednesday I knocked off about half an hour early to pick up grahamb and eviltwinemma and trundle over to Northampton to see Puressence again. The support turned out to be Echoboy, of whom I have heard. They were good, although they did get a bit overblown and flatulent towards the last couple of songs. I wouldn't mind seeing them again at some point, though. The venue was a little (and fairly new) place called the Soundhaus (cue lots of unfunny "Bauhaus and Greenhaus at the Soundhaus" jokes) which was a bit over half-full. This was a shame. The audience were a bit too laid-back, as well. A little enthusiasm would have gone down well. It was odd, because I was at the Roadmender just down the road twice a few months ago and people were well into it.

Puressence were good, though. The set was Walking Dead / I Suppose / How Does It Feel / Analgesic Love Song / Make Time / Comfort / Standing In Your Shadow / She's Gotten Over You (which is turning into my favourite off the new album, I think) / Mosside (?) / This Feeling / Sharpen Up The Knives // Mr Brown / India . And yes, I did nick a setlist again, although I didn't get it signed. Unfortunately the London one's sold out, or I'd go see them again.

This evening I have mostly been reading the paper, starting the new Christopher Brookmyre (I haven't spotted a Zevon reference yet, unless it turns out to involve a character called Angelique and "Angel dressed in black") and catching up on a couple of hours of the sleep I've missed.

Also, on Monday it seems I have some longstanding and dear friends dropping by, so i have to make the place look a little less of a bombsite. Safe and sanitary, at least.

I would rather rub the hair of a bear in her lair,
in the opposite direction,
I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake
than be losing your affection

Hmmm. Good to see Mr Merritt hasn't started to write ordinary lyrics.

Comments

[zotz]

And I've even got a dressing-gown and slippers. If I could do it at home I could recreate the ambience perfectly by popping out during songs to make toast and cocoa.

I'm not sure about the live Extreme Noise Terror sessions, though. The neighbours might complain.

[swisstone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you could have HMHB round without causing a fuss.

[zotz]

Except among my friends, of course.