Went to see Dangermouse last night with Sion (new link so check it out). Was fucking excellent, best gig I've been to in ages. It was in an old church, converted to a venue called the point, down cardiff bay. Supporting were Mountain Men Anonymous and a guy called Kid Carpet, who makes shit-hop according to his website, sounds totally lo-fi, and was actually really good. Go check out his really cool website and download some mp3s. Supporting DangerMouse in the MC stakes were prince po and Fort Knox. Prince po had some pre-release CDs for sale so I brought one. Not a regreted purchase, believe me. Asked DangerMouse after the set why he didn't play anything off the grey album, said they played what they were into in moment
"Its cool, man, play whatever feels good."
and I must say they were blistering. MCs got the crowd real rilled, including myself, leaving me with a croaky voice from screaming stuff at the top of my lungs untill I spin out and my head starts pounding in time with the beat and I'm throwing my body about at weird angles to the rhthym... I think it's called dancing.
Sion disappeared randomly with my iPod in his bag. He better not be dead in a ditch with his throat slit and his stuff taxed. I'll fucking kill him if he loses my iPod.
Hmmm... Maybe my priorities are little fucked.
Handed in PieceOfShit essay yesterday, saw a couple of people, got my friend Amy stoned off her face on a couple of tokes of Californian Orange, leaving her confused and scatterbrained and ultimately of great amusement (Hey Amy! ^_^). Also got a bunch of books out from the library so I can continue my study.
Can't get high all the time, you know, sometimes you gotta be straight and productive.
27 April 2004
Take what you want just don't hurt my face...
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 13:36
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