drew mcdowall is of course known for his work with coil. he's now 57. this is one of the best records of all time:
martin rev was half of the hyper-seminal act, suicide. he's now 70 years old. this is one of the most important records of the latter half the twentieth century:
it seemed like it should have been an industrial night, so i tried to get to city club before midnight to avoid cover and didn't get there in time. for some reason, i always spend the whole night outside whenever i'm at city club; i remember paying cover (and i had a stamp), and i remember dropping my can of beer and quickly picking it back up in the hallway on the walk to the back of the club (the truth is that i'm a klutz; that could have happened cold sober on a good day), but i couldn't have actually been in the bar for more than a few minutes, because all i really remember is talking out in the front. i think i left a full drink in there and never went back to get it. the night is pretty much there, it's just a tad blurry from about 2-4; i'm thinking i went in for a few minutes a bit before 2:00, and then went back out and pretty much stayed there. also, the bar closed at 4:00 again, after advertising sets running until 5:00. sometimes they close at 3:00. i actually meant to go back in around 4:00, but they were kicking people out. did komprezzor even spin? was he even there? so, i meant to catch some dirty techno sets, but it didn't really happen, i was just outside smoking all night.
which isn't terrible. it was a gorgeous night. the real point of last night was that it was gorgeous, so maybe it worked out better, anyways.
i did leave with a couple guys, but i'd been talking to them outside, and the idea was just to carry on the conversation. the straight guy was well behaved and sober, but the gay guy was a bit drunk and kind of grabby. i'm pretty tolerant up to a point; i don't take much offence to the odd ass grab, but i'm going to punch you in the face if you take it much further than that. i don't do the proportional reaction thing: i'm going to not react at all until a line gets crossed, and then i'm going to beat the shit out of you. a lot of it comes down to not having the same cultural associations attached to touching that your average, you know, white christian girl does. the rational fact is that having my ass grabbed by a drunk gay guy does not actually harm me in any way. it just doesn't. but, the moment i feel like i'm actually being harassed, i'm going to react like a frightened primate, because that's what i actually am.
bicycle note notwithstanding, the projection i got from these guys is that they were trying to get me off the street, and i appreciated that. we had a drink. smoked a bit. and i left.
tonight is a longer night, time to get ready.
