A Misleading Flurry 15 March 1999

7:38 PM: Not a bad weekend in the end, I suppose. More activity than usual lately, for certain. Dyed my hair, it's this light shade of blue, periwinkle someone called it. I have decided to think that it's fine. Also book shopping: the new le Carré, Single & Single; a Pavel Kohout novel, The Widow Killer, v. excited about that, haven't seen his stuff in translation before; and Three Men In a Boat (To Say Nothing of The Dog), hurrah! It's got another Jerome K. Jerome gemlet as well, about a bicycle trip, that I hadn't heard of before. It's too droll for words. Well, for my words, anyway, all I could really do is quote line after line from the book itself.

Saw The Corruptor on Sunday. I wouldn't say it was a great film, but it was good, a good Chow Yun-Fat movie, and that's better than most other films on any day. The ambitious tong subleader, played by Ric Young, is wonderfully slimy and wrong. Nerve-wracking car-chase/shootout/demolition-derby sequence, too. I say go see it.

Plus! Big full-on preview for Black Mask starring Jet Li! I don't know if this is a remake or the 1996 Hong Kong version. Don't much care either since I haven't seen it yet and the Kabuki will have much better sound! Wahoo! Oh, and a preview for The Phantom Menace. I admit it, it looked pretty cool. So does The Matrix. Previews can lie, though. The new Austin Powers movie, now, that I bet will be about as stupid as the preview. I'll throw you a bone... god.

Then on to Maritime Hall and Love & Rockets. Only I got the show times wrong - I thought it started at 8, but really only the doors opened at 8. Which meant that when I arrived at 7 PM there was a bit of wait. Did I mention it was raining? A lot? Bleah. Plus a certain Irish fellow who was undoubtedly too deep in his cups to move failed to show up to claim one of the tickets, which left me with three to get rid of, damnit. I managed to sell two and left it at that. Like I pay any attention to these object lessons anyway, but...

They did finally let us in, and I was very very glad to get inside out of the rain and outside around a beer. Opening band was some Spinal Goth outfit named Orgy, a most pathetic collection of wankers. They stole the idea of being derivative from someone else. If Dragnet was still on the air, and did an episode on "Goth: Menace to Our Kids", this is the band they would have, and if you think that's some kind of compliment, you've never seen a TV rock band. They do some pseudocore Prodigy-style cover of "Blue Monday", not my favorite song in the first place, and still I was appalled.

Love & Rockets, though, they were great. I haven't heard the new album but I'm strongly tempted now. Though it could have just been that it was very loud and drony and the lights were cool and there was a kickass fire juggling lady and a pretty cute tall goth girl in front of me and three beers. That's possible. Last time I saw Love & Rockets, I wasn't that familiar with their stuff either, and it was great. So I'm inclined to think that they are, in fact, a good band, and it's not just that I'm high. And in any case, "No New Tale to Tell" still rules.

Plus I did laundry! Wow. Who put the Super Sugar Smacks in my IV?

But now it's today, you know, and I was noticing at the show last night how I kind of missed the clubs and all, but I also noticed why I stopped going too, namely standing off to the side and not speaking to people, and oh, just all of that kind of crap. I have no crowd anymore, this is what I realized. Well, more specifically, all the girls are gone from it. Does not bode well.

Besides which they've been playing French rap here again.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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