Archive for June, 2010

Though if you ask nicely I’ll consider it

Published
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Colm
on 10 June, 2010
in Music
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The other day I went to see Rage Against the Machine1 and oh golly my me hurts. The old head-bangin’ muscles are holding up well, but at this point my calves have turned entirely solid. I could break rocks with these things.

All of which is to say: what a gig. I saw em a couple of years ago at Oxegen and they were so-so, which I now reckon was more down to the crowd than anything else (plus and also, I was pretty sober… textbook error). The crowd in the Point2  ranged from hugely enthusiastic to not-quite-as-enthusiastic-but-willing-to-stand-aside, which is a-ok in my book. Age-wise, about half the people there were thirty-year-olds pretending they were 16 (as my brother put it). The rest were wans and young f’llas who assumably listen to Rage on account of they’re a cool band from back in the day, much as my generation listen to Iron Maiden. I’m somewhere in the middle, but it pleases me that I’m on course to becoming a middle-aged rocker.

One thing, however… whenever a mosh pit formed near us, not only did the bouncers not stop it, they actively helped people who lost their footing. I’ll reiterate: the bouncers contributed to the crowd having a good time. Is this a thing that happens now? Concert security have always been, and are supposed to be, the worst people in the world. If you pull that out from under kids’ feet, what the hell are they supposed to believe in? The goodness of humankind? No fucking thank you. These people’d want to sort themselves out reet smart before we all start getting notions.

  1. Or, as I said in an IM conversation, “Tonight I’m going to Rage Against the Machine”. The ambiguity of that makes me want to start a band called Bang a Donkey. [↩]
  2. IT IS CALLED THE POINT [↩]

Did Not See Animals in the Zoo; Nevertheless

Published
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Colm
on 7 June, 2010
in Misc.
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Woke up. Fooled around on the internet. Cattle-penned into town on the Luas, watched Bad Lieutenant. Laughed my ass off. Got caffeined up, finished Cloud Atlas. Pinballed around Dublin in the rain, raided at least four bookshops. Watched with interest as my head and chest cavity filled with fireworks. Drank a can of Relentless on the way home. Texted my mother/sister/aunts about the mini-marathon – they did it in an hour and a half. Am impressed: it takes me that long to get up the morning. Current status: drinking cheap coffee out of a broken Elbow mug, writing formally adventurous fiction. Having slight trouble breathing, in the best possible way. Don’t know why days like this happen, can’t predict them, don’t really know how to bring them about; feel slightly gimpy drawing attention to it. But there you go.