Saturday, May 03, 2003
David Holmes: spinning 7" singles, smoking cigarettes, looking like a fuzzy Dennis Leary.
I'm im love.
Yesterday we went on an excursion to see the species studenticus universica in action. Well equipped with binoculars and treats did we enter the lion's den that is also known as Goldsmiths Student's Union. They had the eclectic mix of the aforementioned Holmes, Roni Size, Plump DJ's and - ehm - DJ Ollie (?) playing to a crowd of off-their-heads-university students. We decided on an early arrival as the beers are cheap and the seats are few in a place like that. There was an atmosphere of a 7th grade school party, an empty dance floor, strobe lighting flickering through a solitary room, a few boys on one side of the bar and a couple of giggly, underdressed girls at the other. Later things picked up considerably, especially when the divine David Holmes came on, playing a very charming set; a shame that the soundsystem both up and down were really bad and a speaker kept falling out, much to the chagrin of me, as I was seated next to the damn thing and every time it had a sudden breakthrough I had a minor heartattack.
Roni Size was cool, yet a bit uninteresting, but the music was pumpin' and the guys were jumpin' and the room was full of sweat and suddenly I felt very old, especially when I went to the loo and two girls had the following conversation:
Girl 1: 'I'm just so trashed'!
Girl 2: 'Me too, I'm just really trashed!'
Girl 1: 'Yeah, I'm...really...fucking...trashed...'
Girl 2: 'Yeah, me too, so trashed, man!'
Girl 1: 'So trashed...'
And then they left, undoubtedly feeling trashed.
It was a good night out. Now I just wish for David Holmes to come and take me away to a place made of velvet in swirly brown/orange colours, we can hang at the bar, me dressed in divine cream-coloured BIBA, drinking cocktails, smoking cigarettes after which we'll ascent to our hotel-room on the 37th floor with a view of the city.
Ahhhhh -
I'm im love.
Yesterday we went on an excursion to see the species studenticus universica in action. Well equipped with binoculars and treats did we enter the lion's den that is also known as Goldsmiths Student's Union. They had the eclectic mix of the aforementioned Holmes, Roni Size, Plump DJ's and - ehm - DJ Ollie (?) playing to a crowd of off-their-heads-university students. We decided on an early arrival as the beers are cheap and the seats are few in a place like that. There was an atmosphere of a 7th grade school party, an empty dance floor, strobe lighting flickering through a solitary room, a few boys on one side of the bar and a couple of giggly, underdressed girls at the other. Later things picked up considerably, especially when the divine David Holmes came on, playing a very charming set; a shame that the soundsystem both up and down were really bad and a speaker kept falling out, much to the chagrin of me, as I was seated next to the damn thing and every time it had a sudden breakthrough I had a minor heartattack.
Roni Size was cool, yet a bit uninteresting, but the music was pumpin' and the guys were jumpin' and the room was full of sweat and suddenly I felt very old, especially when I went to the loo and two girls had the following conversation:
Girl 1: 'I'm just so trashed'!
Girl 2: 'Me too, I'm just really trashed!'
Girl 1: 'Yeah, I'm...really...fucking...trashed...'
Girl 2: 'Yeah, me too, so trashed, man!'
Girl 1: 'So trashed...'
And then they left, undoubtedly feeling trashed.
It was a good night out. Now I just wish for David Holmes to come and take me away to a place made of velvet in swirly brown/orange colours, we can hang at the bar, me dressed in divine cream-coloured BIBA, drinking cocktails, smoking cigarettes after which we'll ascent to our hotel-room on the 37th floor with a view of the city.
Ahhhhh -
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