//WARNING!!!!
//THIS POST IS LONG(ish) AND OFFENSIVE.
//Please don't read if you are overly sensitive to dry humour.
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF OL' MACDONALD.
Yes Yes, I know that I'm writing this report when the party hasn't even finished yet. But I got all sore (Of which I will speak later), and decided to leave early.
.. Anyway. Got there at about 2:30 AM and well, I was mildly dissapointed when I saw only about 5 people out the front and empty carparks right in front. Compared to the amount of people I saw at Voodoo out front the night before at a later time (4:30AM - What was I doing just driving past Voodoo at that time? Well.. stalking someone if you must know, but thats another issue), along with the street being full of cars of people wanting to park in front - It seemed just like your average Saturday night at Sublime.
I became even more pessimistic [sp? - Yes, the spelling is incorrect.] about how the night was going to turn out whence upon parking, I found myself in the centre of a brawl that had been ejected from the Hilton Hotel. Cowering in fear was poor Jon not! (Well, maybe a little) My thoughts for self-preservation were overshadowed by the possibility of the cops showing up and wanting to take a statement from me and delaying my entrance further! Something not to be scoffed at my dear reader,for if asked, I would have no doubt given a very detailed dramatic re-enactment of said brawl, complete with rewinds, fastforwards and pauses. Two big fa-fa-fa-fa .... huge lines of speed tend todothat to them me us you fuckityouknowwhatImean.
Anyway, after the brawl continued on to Pitt St Mall and it was safe to alight from my vehicle, I entered Sublime with little fuss.
The crowd .. well.. what can I really say about it. It was a crowd alright! I'm pretty sure I heard someone say "What do you mean last night ever? I thought we were paying $50 to see Bexta?!" in such a horrifically horrified tone that if it had been recorded and played back to children, they would no doubt be scared to certain death.
But on a more serious note - A hell of a lot of people who where present on the opening night of Sublime were there for the closing. The welcoming familiarity of so many faces that can sometimes be dauntingly scornful (An expression that is usually only perfected by the Thursday-Monday/9pm-5am labour force, and the odd field mouse) never smiled this big before. The remainder of the crowd just didn't seem to give a hoot or understand the significance that Sublime really did have on the underground dance music scene in Sydney. Did I mention that I had 3 hu-fat lines of co-err-speed earlier on?
Think people, think!
Musically .. well over the ruckus that was "Ohmygod! You're alive!?"
.. "Ohmyfuckinggod you are too?!?! .. I thought that after you took that nose-dive by sleeping with and getting destructively attached to your flatmates dealer for a pill, you drowned by swallowing a glass of speedy-water the wrong way which you were drinking because your nose kept bleeding after snorting a line!??!?.."
.. "No?! Who told you that??" ..
"Oh, your ex! Who is also here tonite by the way!!" ..
etcetera fucking-cetera.
Err, where was I? The faint makings of a chunky dark house groove that was leaning towards a deep tech-ish feel set could be heard and was confirmed upon hearing "36" by Tilt (This was released on an EP titled "Dark Science" strangely enough. On the flipside you have "Seduction of Orpheus" which starts off disk 2 of Danny Tenaglia's GU010 CD for the Trainspotters). Mmmm, tasty.
There were lots of lights too. Those lights usually do my head in after about oh.. 5 seconds? Especially those fucking strobes! Even if I'm straight, guaranteed I'll fall flat on my arse or somebody elses for that matter if they are close enough when strobes get turned on.
During this short but sharp shift between "sensory overstimulation" to "sensory ooh now thats what I call stimulating - what was your name again-tion?" I decided to begin the task of locating the lovely miss apple as rumour had it that she would be of the present-kind at good-ole-subbers.
After much trying, embarresment and the few small scuffles with over-protective boyfriends that seemed to appear from no-where when attempting to make contact with my miss apples candidates, the mission failed dismally. (I won't go into detail on this one - It would make this post too darn long! Oops! Did I say long? I meant song! A new farm song).
I have only just found out that apples was not of the present-kind as originally concieved, but was instead of the "I'm on the doorlist for the last opening night for Sydney's pioneering underground dance music club but I'm not going! err - kind". An oppurtunity of a lifetime noncholantly discarded like a used condom could only occur under the influence of Mona! Oooh. I'm gonna cop some huge ones for that. Mona, Apples, if you are angry, please don't be. Please? I love you!
But anyway .. Caught up with some old friends, made connections with new ones. Cleared up some foggy issues and also managed not to barf on some poor unsuspecting girls wonderfully strappy satin shoes. So I guess it was a good night. An interesting one at the very least.
Oh shit I'm glad I've finished typing this thing now, I've got a cramp in my hand! Must've been those 6 farking huuuuuuuuuge lines of errr - never mind, it was unimportant anyway.
Jon.
//THIS POST IS LONG(ish) AND OFFENSIVE.
//Please don't read if you are overly sensitive to dry humour.
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF OL' MACDONALD.
Yes Yes, I know that I'm writing this report when the party hasn't even finished yet. But I got all sore (Of which I will speak later), and decided to leave early.
.. Anyway. Got there at about 2:30 AM and well, I was mildly dissapointed when I saw only about 5 people out the front and empty carparks right in front. Compared to the amount of people I saw at Voodoo out front the night before at a later time (4:30AM - What was I doing just driving past Voodoo at that time? Well.. stalking someone if you must know, but thats another issue), along with the street being full of cars of people wanting to park in front - It seemed just like your average Saturday night at Sublime.
I became even more pessimistic [sp? - Yes, the spelling is incorrect.] about how the night was going to turn out whence upon parking, I found myself in the centre of a brawl that had been ejected from the Hilton Hotel. Cowering in fear was poor Jon not! (Well, maybe a little) My thoughts for self-preservation were overshadowed by the possibility of the cops showing up and wanting to take a statement from me and delaying my entrance further! Something not to be scoffed at my dear reader,for if asked, I would have no doubt given a very detailed dramatic re-enactment of said brawl, complete with rewinds, fastforwards and pauses. Two big fa-fa-fa-fa .... huge lines of speed tend todothat to them me us you fuckityouknowwhatImean.
Anyway, after the brawl continued on to Pitt St Mall and it was safe to alight from my vehicle, I entered Sublime with little fuss.
The crowd .. well.. what can I really say about it. It was a crowd alright! I'm pretty sure I heard someone say "What do you mean last night ever? I thought we were paying $50 to see Bexta?!" in such a horrifically horrified tone that if it had been recorded and played back to children, they would no doubt be scared to certain death.
But on a more serious note - A hell of a lot of people who where present on the opening night of Sublime were there for the closing. The welcoming familiarity of so many faces that can sometimes be dauntingly scornful (An expression that is usually only perfected by the Thursday-Monday/9pm-5am labour force, and the odd field mouse) never smiled this big before. The remainder of the crowd just didn't seem to give a hoot or understand the significance that Sublime really did have on the underground dance music scene in Sydney. Did I mention that I had 3 hu-fat lines of co-err-speed earlier on?
Think people, think!
Musically .. well over the ruckus that was "Ohmygod! You're alive!?"
.. "Ohmyfuckinggod you are too?!?! .. I thought that after you took that nose-dive by sleeping with and getting destructively attached to your flatmates dealer for a pill, you drowned by swallowing a glass of speedy-water the wrong way which you were drinking because your nose kept bleeding after snorting a line!??!?.."
.. "No?! Who told you that??" ..
"Oh, your ex! Who is also here tonite by the way!!" ..
etcetera fucking-cetera.
Err, where was I? The faint makings of a chunky dark house groove that was leaning towards a deep tech-ish feel set could be heard and was confirmed upon hearing "36" by Tilt (This was released on an EP titled "Dark Science" strangely enough. On the flipside you have "Seduction of Orpheus" which starts off disk 2 of Danny Tenaglia's GU010 CD for the Trainspotters). Mmmm, tasty.
There were lots of lights too. Those lights usually do my head in after about oh.. 5 seconds? Especially those fucking strobes! Even if I'm straight, guaranteed I'll fall flat on my arse or somebody elses for that matter if they are close enough when strobes get turned on.
During this short but sharp shift between "sensory overstimulation" to "sensory ooh now thats what I call stimulating - what was your name again-tion?" I decided to begin the task of locating the lovely miss apple as rumour had it that she would be of the present-kind at good-ole-subbers.
After much trying, embarresment and the few small scuffles with over-protective boyfriends that seemed to appear from no-where when attempting to make contact with my miss apples candidates, the mission failed dismally. (I won't go into detail on this one - It would make this post too darn long! Oops! Did I say long? I meant song! A new farm song).
I have only just found out that apples was not of the present-kind as originally concieved, but was instead of the "I'm on the doorlist for the last opening night for Sydney's pioneering underground dance music club but I'm not going! err - kind". An oppurtunity of a lifetime noncholantly discarded like a used condom could only occur under the influence of Mona! Oooh. I'm gonna cop some huge ones for that. Mona, Apples, if you are angry, please don't be. Please? I love you!
But anyway .. Caught up with some old friends, made connections with new ones. Cleared up some foggy issues and also managed not to barf on some poor unsuspecting girls wonderfully strappy satin shoes. So I guess it was a good night. An interesting one at the very least.
Oh shit I'm glad I've finished typing this thing now, I've got a cramp in my hand! Must've been those 6 farking huuuuuuuuuge lines of errr - never mind, it was unimportant anyway.
Jon.
