wednesday night = michael jackson tribute night at sakura. kelly, ryan, amy, tom and i arrived at about 11.40PM and i was told i have to put a jacket on to get in as i was only wearing a vest! ridiculous - i saw about 6 girls wearing sleeveless tops inside...maybe if i was a transexual they would have let me in unquestioned - i had a ponytail for christ sake!
anyway, amy and i had our fingers plastered and we were easily the only two people in the whole club (which was nicely packed) that knew every single syllable to every single michael jackson song that was played - including ad libs.
a very hot and sweaty night, but it cemented the fact that michael jackson has always, and will always be able to tear up a dancefloor.
i also found out on wednesday night that ben atkins wants me to do some promotion for ctrl alt del at scy (it will always be the cell). should start next thursday night...
i went for a drink with giles on thursday, and adam and liam arrived conspicuously - it was absolutely roasting hot (i love the heatwave), and i very much enjoyed both the company and the mixed fruit koppenberg...
after walking with giles and him leaving to go to coffee aroma, i went to the horse and groom to see chesca and ryan for a couple.
conversation that took place basically confirmed that we are likely to go to hell for being born into a christian country, if christianity is the 'wrong' religion, that it is amazing how much can change in a very short space of time, and how intricate and complicate family relations can be - tiny, seemingly insignificant descisions causing ripples for years, even decades to come.
this was proceeded by one of those legendary bjork conversations i like to share with chesca. the outcome of the conversation basically confirmed that bjork never mentions sex, but it is the backbone of her work through her humanity and her feminine ethics. her music itself is that of a true artist - seemingly diverse, with diverse influences, yet coherent undertones bind the work back to one point - the mix of influence and originality. we confirmed that medulla is probably her most underrated album, debut is kitsch but nescessary, post her most diverse, volta her most colourful, and vespertine her most fragile. overture, from selmasongs, proves her genius as a musical existence, not just a performer.
thursday night consisted of kelly coming round to portland st, copious amounts of roule and wine gums (perfect), and me falling asleep in the sweltering heat to eagle vs shark. from what i saw of it, it was a brilliant film.
friday was the first tommy rehearsal - i was surprised at how quickly the structures and arrangements came back to me. i always enjoy working with dave on any project - such a good friend and never fails to make me laugh.
last night i came home at around 5.45PM, and played michael jackson songs on my piano for an hour or so, then was picked up by kelly and chris. we drove to sleaford, and i ordered a take away - adopting novelty quotes such as 'kawabonga' and greeting the girl with 'hellooooo' in the style of david brent. she asked me if it was a wind up after the kawabonga incident (which followed the news that we WILL recieve free cheesey garlic bread)....why would this be a wind up? it wouldn't be remotely funny at all - we hadn't even ordered anything novelty!
a wind up would be 'hello can i have 36 steak and kidney pies at £1.60 each, and a slice of apple pie.'
anyhow, went on a facebook 'adding spree' last night, adding all of the people i could possibly think existed in previous lives and situations. i surprised myself at just how many people i remembered - peers in primary school and even infant school! although it does look like i've had a breakdown and am trying to get as many facebook friends as possible. i also added some of the awful girls who used to bother me way back when, at the start of secondary school. some people are such leeches. examples of such incidents shall be saved for another day.
today i have spent my entire day, semi naked, in kelly's room. i've had a shower and now i'm going to get dressed. tonight, chris kelly and i are going to lincoln to go for a pub night with ryan.
until next time, here's one of my very favourite motown tracks. motown will never die - it's influence on me is immeasurable. so innocent, and beautifully crafted pieces of music - along with the magic of the black voice...this particular song is fitting for the state of affairs in the UK over the past week.
martha reeves and the vandellas - heatwave
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