DurAnorak (duranorak) wrote,
DurAnorak
duranorak

  • Mood:
  • Music:

"Like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing..."

Hello, I'm back within reach of a computer. Stuff has been Happening. If you're curious about what, read on.

"He's searching
She's showing
See him held in her deep deep spell,
He knows she's glowing;
I can find within my mind a way to go
I can look deep into your life and shout hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me"

-'Torch', Soft Cell

Saturday night was Club Electric and I was desperately looking forward to it. Unfortunately, it was an absolute disaster, for various reasons. The DJ I had a bit of a thing for has a small thin cute goth girlfriend of whose existence I was not previously aware. I am *very* aware of it now. Sigh. The venue was nasty, slightly seedy but not in a good way, the dancefloor too exposed and too well-lit and right by the door so anyone coming in would pretty much walk through you - not good for shy people. There were - sort of - two bands playing, but one of them was actually just two songs by a very strange person who works at Electric Dreams, who screamed out very bad lyrics mostly involving swear words over electronics with mangled rhythms. I felt contaminated afterwards. Also, Paul Reynolds from A Flock Of Seagulls was there and meant to be DJing and was just incapable of doing anything and...oh, I don't want to think about it any more. It sucked, sucked lots, and I finished the evening running out of the club in tears. Ugh.
Although, the *other* of the two bands, the somewhat curiously named Fist Fuck Deluxe (the main members of which I'd met before) were absolutely great - the best performers I've ever seen, people who just could not ever have done anything with their lives other than perform. I was stunned and very impressed and I want to see them again. I can't think of a single other person who'd like them. I think they're brilliant.
Anyway, the evening ended very badly and resulted in most of Sunday daytime being spent curled up in a little ball. Eh well. And then in the evening, I went to Cambridge.

"When you send me a pulse
Feel a wave of new love through me
I'm dressed in white noise
You know just what I want so please..."

-'Strict Machine', Goldfrapp

Once in Cambridge I made it over to ghoti's house where we were soon joined by another Emily and a lot of music. ghoti is lovely lovely lovely and played us Things which I didn't know, some of which I didn't like much but some of which was very silly and good. I shall never look at coypus in quite the same way again. And then there was an unexpected rathenar, lovelyoliver and grahamb, two of whom (guess) proceeded to get quite drunk and force me to hear bad music. I wasn't expecting to see them and there were a few moments where I couldn't quite get a handle on my emotions but I managed in the end, mainly thanks to rathenar and ghoti being great and also lovelyoliver looking vaguely as though he actually cared about what kind of day I'd had.
We ended up out in the back garden lightning-spotting, and were then joined by ghoti's charming fiance Jon, having finally managed to extricate himself from the grip of work. Unfortunately all but myself chose round about then to depart, but that did leave time free for Jon to play music at me in a fairly serious way.
I have not had a conversation like that for a very long time. I was more overjoyed by the minute - he knows things! About music! And he wants to share them! And he doesn't mind when I share them back! And we agree on things! And we disagree on things! And he knows things! And now so do I! ~g~
Slightly less predictably than usual, I came out of the evening (well, morning by now) with a new band. And. You bastards. Why on earth has nobody mentioned the Ozric Tentacles to me before now? I must now go out and buy everything, ever. Well, maybe not right now. But soon. Good stuff, really.
So, good music and wonderful conversation and great people. So much better than the previous night. It doesn't get much better than that - well, actually...

"Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me..."

-'Twist', Goldfrapp

Woke early (having gone to bed at gone 5am) and then sat around waiting for the rest of the house (except, naturally, the small child) to wake up. I was supposed to be leaving and going back to London to Electric Dreams again, but after Saturday night's fiasco I really didn't feel like it. So I decided I'd stay in Cambridge and then realised I had nowhere to go. But I resolved to get out of ghoti's way as soon as I could get my act together and then possibly hang around the shops and go on the Pirates Of The Cambridge Area cinema excursion in the evening. But as you may see from the pictures I wasn't there. With a fairly small amount of surprise on, I suspect, all sides, when I finally decided I was actually going to leave ghoti's, what in fact happened was that we stood around in the hallway saying goodbye for twenty minutes, then proceeded to have a ludicrous conversation about lead-lined haddock and ferrets, at the end of which I was sort of allowed to stay. So I did.
ghoti made a gorgeous dinner of cold mediterranean-type things and then was so excited at the prospect of someone to play Cluedo with that I broke my not-playing-board-games-in-case-I-lose thing and did in fact play. And indeed I did lose, but neither Jon or ghoti laughed at me and thus I didn't mind. And then we played Trivial Pursuit and I almost won that (coming from having no pie at all to suddenly having lots of pie) but in fact was beaten by Jon. Strangely, I didn't mind that either. (I didn't write it, it wasn't me.)
And then, pretty much, ghoti headed off to bed and Jon and I sat talking. And talking. About all sorts of strange things. And then there was slightly (although not much) less talking, and a few kisses. And then more talking, and then more kisses. And then he went to bed because it had suddenly become half four in the morning again. And so did I - elsewhere though, obviously. But it was sweet and lovely. And then there was sleep.

"I want to take you apart."

Woke late this morning - was tired for some reason. ~s~ ghoti and Benedict were heading off to Essex and so the morning mostly involved hugs from and to various people and discussion of which toys should be taken.
When they left Jon came into the living room to tell me all the things he really should be doing right then and then proceeded to not do any of them for quite some time. Mostly involving words and also involving bite-marks and hope. I left very happy and am now back in Milton Keynes with a certain amount to think about, including how far one can stretch the meaning of "almost" before it breaks and whether or not I want to do my job properly this time. Anyway, though. Happy kitten. Liked. Wanted - definitely wanted, and I don't usually know that, but right now I really do and I feel great.

Or, to more briefly sum up the last few days...

lovelyoliver : [to me] "What you need is a full-body ego massage."

ghoti : Benedict, what music do you like?
Benedict (who is 4, for those who don't know) : Motorhead!
ghoti : ...and you like the Pretenders, don't you?
Benedict : No.
ghoti : Yes you do, you say they're Motorhead with women.
Benedict : But...I like Motorhead with men!

[argument for five minutes about whether I sleep on the sofa (my suggestion) or the more comfortable spare bed (everyone else's)]
Me : I'm going to try saying "The sofa's fine" once more and see if it works. The sofa's fine.
Jon : ...hypothetically, if you were to take the spare bed, how many theoretical pillows would you require, one or two?
Me : [exasperated laughter]
Jon : Think of it as an obscure kind of sadism by which I make you uncomfortable by forcing you to be comfortable. If it helps.

Life++

E.
x
Subscribe

  • (no subject)

    So I was just thinking, ugh, I'm too crazy to post another song, why would I even bother anyway, when I was suddenly reminded of a track I had on Now…

  • (no subject)

    You know when everyone is going crazy about a book, or a film, or a band, and you just get sick to death of even seeing it mentioned, even by people…

  • (no subject)

    Well, clearly I'm not going to manage to post a song every day, because for the last...what is it, like, six? I have kept trying and then deciding…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 31 comments

  • (no subject)

    So I was just thinking, ugh, I'm too crazy to post another song, why would I even bother anyway, when I was suddenly reminded of a track I had on Now…

  • (no subject)

    You know when everyone is going crazy about a book, or a film, or a band, and you just get sick to death of even seeing it mentioned, even by people…

  • (no subject)

    Well, clearly I'm not going to manage to post a song every day, because for the last...what is it, like, six? I have kept trying and then deciding…