NMA @ the Astoria
Dec. 17th, 2003 04:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lprovenArgh. Tired and bruised.
TOP gig. I was concerned when the touts outside were shouting that you could SAVE money by getting a ticket from them - not an auspicious omen, I thought. No fear; it was splendid.
After heading up to town for a very pleasant Yule lunch with my longest-standing client, I pottered around failing to find any presents for a while before heading down to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drpete and mmcpoland in the Moon under Water beforehand for a beer and a whine, to be joined by Francis WINOLJ and later on vanessaw and her mate Richard. It was thanks to Vanessa that I was there, and my heartfelt gratitude goes out to her. A splendid pressie! Cheers, 'Ness! Quote of the night #1 from Moz: "your life of late has been one continuous scream of misery." Accurate, though.
We wondered in and quickly found various familiar faces -bootpunk and a mate - Sam WINOLJ - and Hatchet [EDIT: who is, of course, cutietrol Oops!]. Moved to the upstairs bar to encounter a rather hairy bencurthoys (who seems, irritatingly, to have grown since the last time I saw him) and _ladylazarus_.
THen back down again in case they shut the doors and we couldn't get in. Pete & Moz stayed on the sidelines and I managed to lose Vanessa, Richard & CJ in the throng. Went hunting - which was fraught, it was packed - but to no avail. So plunged back into the crowd to find Sam and a bunch of her mates. When things got a little bouncier, I plunged into the sweaty pit.
I always forget how hardcore an Army moshpit is. It makes the Buzzcocks' pit look like - well, a bunch of unfit late-thirtysomethings who don't mosh much any more. Truly I am wet and a weed and a scrawny little one to boot. Both my arms are bruised, cut and burned, my knuckles are cracked and aching and I've nearly ripped off about 4 fingernails. Maaarvelous. As Ben breathlessly shouted: "It's like a sauna, a workout and a year in therapy all in one!" Quote #2 of the night, I think.
Familiar faces kept looming out of the mob:s0b, nils, fluffymark, d_floorlandmine, godgirl, minusbat and basically about half of B Movie's regulars. Also a good chance for a natter with mr_prickle's new SO, of which I will, just to be irritating, say no more.
They didn't play quite a few of my favourites, but with such a back catalog, there was nothing to complain about. Two encores and a rapturous crowd made for an excellent atmosphere and a few hours of forgetting. This helped a lot. I was not in a good mood before and I rapidly returned to it once heading home alone.
A hot bath helped. A series of text messages from Caitríona while in said bath helped even more. I think I shall sleep after all.
And so to bed. 'Night, all.
TOP gig. I was concerned when the touts outside were shouting that you could SAVE money by getting a ticket from them - not an auspicious omen, I thought. No fear; it was splendid.
After heading up to town for a very pleasant Yule lunch with my longest-standing client, I pottered around failing to find any presents for a while before heading down to meet
drpete and mmcpoland in the Moon under Water beforehand for a beer and a whine, to be joined by Francis WINOLJ and later on vanessaw and her mate Richard. It was thanks to Vanessa that I was there, and my heartfelt gratitude goes out to her. A splendid pressie! Cheers, 'Ness! Quote of the night #1 from Moz: "your life of late has been one continuous scream of misery." Accurate, though.We wondered in and quickly found various familiar faces -
bootpunk and a mate - Sam WINOLJ - and Hatchet [EDIT: who is, of course, cutietrol Oops!]. Moved to the upstairs bar to encounter a rather hairy bencurthoys (who seems, irritatingly, to have grown since the last time I saw him) and _ladylazarus_.THen back down again in case they shut the doors and we couldn't get in. Pete & Moz stayed on the sidelines and I managed to lose Vanessa, Richard & CJ in the throng. Went hunting - which was fraught, it was packed - but to no avail. So plunged back into the crowd to find Sam and a bunch of her mates. When things got a little bouncier, I plunged into the sweaty pit.
I always forget how hardcore an Army moshpit is. It makes the Buzzcocks' pit look like - well, a bunch of unfit late-thirtysomethings who don't mosh much any more. Truly I am wet and a weed and a scrawny little one to boot. Both my arms are bruised, cut and burned, my knuckles are cracked and aching and I've nearly ripped off about 4 fingernails. Maaarvelous. As Ben breathlessly shouted: "It's like a sauna, a workout and a year in therapy all in one!" Quote #2 of the night, I think.
Familiar faces kept looming out of the mob:
s0b, nils, fluffymark, d_floorlandmine, godgirl, minusbat and basically about half of B Movie's regulars. Also a good chance for a natter with mr_prickle's new SO, of which I will, just to be irritating, say no more.They didn't play quite a few of my favourites, but with such a back catalog, there was nothing to complain about. Two encores and a rapturous crowd made for an excellent atmosphere and a few hours of forgetting. This helped a lot. I was not in a good mood before and I rapidly returned to it once heading home alone.
A hot bath helped. A series of text messages from Caitríona while in said bath helped even more. I think I shall sleep after all.
And so to bed. 'Night, all.
