Death to the...
Went to go and see the Pixies in Alexandra Concert. Went with K from work plus my friends Michelle and Quin - their moving in present (it was tickets or an IKEA lamp).
First gig at (in fact first ever visit to) Alexandra Palace - a strange, strange place - it feels more like a school trip destination and the hall itself was very school-like (think it was the large curtains at the back, all they needed was a few bits of gym equipment on the wall). Surely as a band you'd be concerned about the acoustics in an aircraft hangar??
Slasher-movie-style (well, in my mind anyhow) scary walk through pitch black park to get there (think my sense of direction may have been responsible for this, I did fail to get my 'mapreader' badge at Brownies...) . I can watch bats in a dark park and not be scared but going across a dark park to a gig that you can hear in the distance is far more terrifying - naturally as it's more of a slasher film plot than someone armed with a frequency division bat detector trying to decide if that was a Natterer's or pipistrelle just before there's a freeze-frame of a Sabatier 'Delphis' chef's knife* paused in mid-air followed by a blood-curdling scream. Things like that don't happen in the bat world, at least I hope not.
Anyhow, back to the gig, which I made it to safely. The Pixies make me feel nostalgic (not always in a good way) and they played everything everyone expected and we danced, drank and had fun.
Somehow it was more laid back than their gig in Brixton last year (that K and I bought horrendously over-priced tickets - off touts and eBay respectively - to get into, could get to Spain for less than we paid for them) but more enjoyable for it. Less fraught and laid back- though that could be the fact that K was buying the drinks at Brixton and we drank Diamond White all night... not a drink that is designed to be in contact with human organs, surely?
* We are in West London. You wouldn't be caught dead (well, killing) with a crappy old knife. These have handles made from POM, a resistant antislip material, are completly dishwasher safe in temperatures of up to 90°C (ideal for any houseproud psychopath). Apparently the knives fit perfectly into the curve of the hand thus enhancing comfort whilst cutting (or trying to while running after some Welsh girl whose escape seems to be hampered by some sort of bat detection equipment hanging round her neck).
First gig at (in fact first ever visit to) Alexandra Palace - a strange, strange place - it feels more like a school trip destination and the hall itself was very school-like (think it was the large curtains at the back, all they needed was a few bits of gym equipment on the wall). Surely as a band you'd be concerned about the acoustics in an aircraft hangar??
Slasher-movie-style (well, in my mind anyhow) scary walk through pitch black park to get there (think my sense of direction may have been responsible for this, I did fail to get my 'mapreader' badge at Brownies...) . I can watch bats in a dark park and not be scared but going across a dark park to a gig that you can hear in the distance is far more terrifying - naturally as it's more of a slasher film plot than someone armed with a frequency division bat detector trying to decide if that was a Natterer's or pipistrelle just before there's a freeze-frame of a Sabatier 'Delphis' chef's knife* paused in mid-air followed by a blood-curdling scream. Things like that don't happen in the bat world, at least I hope not.
Anyhow, back to the gig, which I made it to safely. The Pixies make me feel nostalgic (not always in a good way) and they played everything everyone expected and we danced, drank and had fun.
Somehow it was more laid back than their gig in Brixton last year (that K and I bought horrendously over-priced tickets - off touts and eBay respectively - to get into, could get to Spain for less than we paid for them) but more enjoyable for it. Less fraught and laid back- though that could be the fact that K was buying the drinks at Brixton and we drank Diamond White all night... not a drink that is designed to be in contact with human organs, surely?
* We are in West London. You wouldn't be caught dead (well, killing) with a crappy old knife. These have handles made from POM, a resistant antislip material, are completly dishwasher safe in temperatures of up to 90°C (ideal for any houseproud psychopath). Apparently the knives fit perfectly into the curve of the hand thus enhancing comfort whilst cutting (or trying to while running after some Welsh girl whose escape seems to be hampered by some sort of bat detection equipment hanging round her neck).
posted by Tabby Rabbit at 2:44 AM
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