grawlfang's blog: Pointless Musings
Sin Songs: Torch & Romance
Wilton's Music Hall is a bizarre place...Peeling and grotty on the outside, even more so on the inside. The stage resembles that of a run down village hall and the seating in the stalls more so again. None of this though could detract from an opening night Marc concert to be remembered. Packed full of new songs, liberally scattered with a goodly helping of early Mambas classics and dusted off with Jacques Brell, this was Marc in his very best singing voice - his, now almost, customary forgetting of lines to boot. The scariest moment of the night though had to be seeing "Baby Gee" (where "Gee" most likely stands for "Graham" or something similar) - sporting long ginger hair frizzed, wearing a long purple knitted cardigan, leopard effect trousers and hob nail boots - playing the Harp. You only get that kind of entertainment with Marc Almond.
Facebook stalking
Who is this Kimberly Brown anyway ? She pokes me (whatever that is) and messages me, but I don't know who you are ? It also seems that facebook is becoming the new friendsreunited - an old gothy girlfriend got in touch this week - too scary as it reminds me how old I am, she has a granddaughter now - but then she was a catholic
Marc Night
Well tonight is the night... Marc Almond playing at Wilton's Music Hall and I have front row seats. A dirty downtrodden rather scruffy around the edges venue is just perfect for a Marc concert and certainly much more condusive to a good night out than when he played at Indigo a few months back. I know you're all dying for some pictures so I'll upload some after the event.
Numan
Twenty something years ago when I last went to a Gary Numan concert, (Hammersmith Apollo, and then The Dominion) for the Warriors Tour, the tubes were full to the brim with Numan look-a-likes.... ...Glad to see all this time later on that on Tuesday night at the Cambridge Barfly @ Junction things were no different (apart from there being no tubes in Cambridge) and I suspect some of those there were wearing exactly the same outfits as they did all that time ago. A fantastic romp through the Replicas album (just with fewer synths and more guitars) and as a bonus (for me at least) we also got "We Have A Technical" [a track that sits in my all time 'top ten' songs ever (and does "I Die, You Die" (also by Numan), "Electricity" (OMD), "Old Hornie" (Inkies) and "Brick Shithouse" (Placebo) to name but 4 others)]. ...Fingers crossed for a "Pleasure Principle" tour soonest. ...and yes, after a couple of cans of Red Stripe, she did enjoy the light beating across the rump with a cat-o-nine-tails. Ni! Fang
The trouble with lesbian friends
...is that they do try to cheer you up when they think that your other third is seeing someone else. and so that's why she sent me the racy text messages from an obscure mobile number... and that's why she's going to get spanked when I see her next week at Gary Numan. There, mystery solved.
To catch a masked stranger
Monday 19:25 : buzz buzz . a new message from my mystery texter. Now, how does one go about catching someone who's trying to remain hidden... ...Well, Yes, one could try calling the number and seeing who answers, but frankly where's the fun in that... ...and anyway I tried that last week, got through to voicemail and didn't recognize the voice on the announcement either. So, this time I send a reply that ran something like this "Picture a pram with toys scattered on the floor beheath (yup, it was dark as I texted it so didn't spot the mistake) it. That's me in that pram that is". Then swiftly followed it up by enquiring if it was my 'wife' playing about... ...Must have been all of three seconds later that my mobile lit up with the announcement "Mystery calling"... ..."Gotcha", but did I answer...did I *%^$
Mobile Mystery
It's been a week now (almost to the hour) since the first text arrived...slightly strange valentines based one it was too, but anon and from a mobile number I don't have in my contacts list - surely someone mistyped a mobile number and sent it to me by mistake, but No, this was addressed to me using a familiar alias I go under. Then on Monday evening another one arrived from the same mysterious texter... an exchange of texts ensues as I try to work out who this person is...but none of the obvious suspects bite when I probe... ...so here I am (three days later, still none the wiser, and, after a phone battery change which deleted all my texts, no record of the texts or the number from whenst they came) waiting for my veiled texter to burst in to life again unsure if it is genuine, a tease, or the distant missus on a 'fishing trip'.