NIN
A kick in the teeth is what this was. In a good way.
Sometimes certain events come together in a particular way that just accentuate different aspects of an experience. Shit that was retardidly vague. Let me try some bluntness. New flatmate/old friends Joel and Nise came to this gig. That was weird. A lovely young lady was there with us, look very nice. My ex was there, looking pissed off with everything, and a bunch of guys from work that I knew (just not that well) were also there.
On a good note I'm rectifying the not knowing them problem. They are all fucking quality.
The new, the old and the distracting all made this the best gig I've been to for a long time. I throughly recommend that people mix it up a bit because it stops life from being boring, and as you all know... we must never be boring. Shit, even the journey home was interesting.
It's also refreshing to have had a few beers before I arrive somewhere. Fuck me, I was chilled out man.
I can't tell you anything about the support band, because I didn't see them. I wondered in with a bunch of the cool kids slightly drunk, and stood chatting at the back of Brixton Academy. It was strange because four years ago I had stood there with my arms around my ex, chatting to Skin from Skunk Anansie. I glanced back at my ex (who was there with us)... maybe there was still something there.
Nope. Sweet. Move on.
We dipped in and out of the Mosh. I'd like to acknowledge Emma, Joel and Nise for participating. Good job guys. Sharon was where it was though. As always, my gig buddy fucking rocked it. Cheers!
The classics kicked ass. Head like a hole, Closer, Starfucker and Hand that feeds stick out. But Hurt was where it was at.
The following survived NIN:
Migs and Nise
Big Keith
Clokey and fZe
Joel
...and me.
Then the Nine Inch Nails gave us a sonic anemia that night. Fucking A.
[posted with ecto]