Monday, August 29, 2005

Ten* Years Younger

No, not the patronising, superficial Channel 4 makeover show. Rather, it's the early 90s, erm, vibe that seems to be hanging over London this weekend like a miasma of psychedelic Mandelbrotian smog.

For not only did Clapham Common play host yesterday to the likes of Happy Mondays, Flowered Up (Lord above), The Farm (Why, God, why? They were bad enough the first time round) and the Stereo MCs (whom I once saw in Bristol supporting EMF, early 90s fact fans), but I also seem to have returned to my student days and bought a poster.

A poster! I haven't bought a poster in years. The last one I bought probably featured REM (Out Of Time-era) or the Sisters of Mercy (Vision Thing-era). Why, I don't know - the last thing you want to see when you wake up in your sordid second-year bedsit with a raging hangover and a bloke you don't recognise taking up 90% of the available space in your single bed is Peter Buck's ugly mug staring down at you. But I was young then and clearly didn't know any better.

Anyway, I'm pleased to record that yesterday's purchase was in much better taste: look, it's a lovely promotional poster for Amélie, in Japanese. This is going to look super - if a mite pretentious - above my fireplace, where it will complement my oft-mentioned tasty red leather sofa.

Although on reflection it may cause me perpetual regret, not to mention bilious envy, that I'm nowhere near as pretty as Audrey Tautou. Or as gamine. Or as youthful. Still, I could comfort myself with the fact that she probably never saw Nirvana play live while Kurt Cobain was still with us. Yeah. In your face, Audrey!

* More like fourteen, argh.

38 comments:

Pashmina said...

And very beautiful it is too. I particularly like the slightly fey script, most appropriate.

By the way, I was at a wedding over the weekend at which the Sisters of Mercy were played in the evening dancy bit. You don't get that often.

patroclus said...

Not often enough, Pash, that's for sure. I hope it was "Temple of Love".

Pashmina said...

Sadly not, but I managed to jump up and down enthusiastically nonetheless. This despite the hindrance of tasteful bridesmaid's dress. And still I kid myself that I am not embarrassing-woman-dancing-inappropriately-at-wedding...

belladona said...

I hope you did odd eighties goth arm waving over your head.

patroclus said...

Haha, yes! I must say the Nick Cave gig (I'll shut up about that soon) featured a lot of the sort of goth dancing I hadn't witnessed in years.

surly girl said...

they must have been old-school goths then. the new breed just sit around looking faintly worried (presumably about their maths homework, or whether it's swimming on thursday, or something).

Merkin said...

Well. Greetings - hope you don't mind me popping by (via Mr Lupin) your blog and having a nose around. Seems rather good, actually, so if you allow repeat visitors then I'll be back...

PS I bet Audrey Tautou never saw Nirvana's first ever UK gig in a sweaty pub in Bristol with 20 other teenagers, none of whom could afford the £10 for the dodgy CD of some album featuring a swimming naked baby. How much would that be worth now, I often muse? And I'd wager that Ms Tautou doesn't have one either...

patroclus said...

Oo, hello Merkin. With nice compliments like that you're welcome to pop by any time.

And you definitely win hands down at the Nirvana Challenge. Well played!

Pashmina said...

Actually it seems that these days, most self-respecting goths are mostly occupied shooting ball bearings at chavs in the Camridgeshire forest...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,1559425,00.html

Pashmina said...

actually, this link might work better...

surly girl said...

that's brilliant. there's something a bit cringy about the guardian saying "chavs and goths". a bit like your dad saying your new nirvana cd is "wicked"...

Pashmina said...

It is, isn't it? Like the way in which the two groups refer to each other and themselves in the same way, though, it's rather sweet.

Kalista said...

Ah, it's been like that through the ages. People love to get into 'teams', hunting in packs isn't it? (though I was surprised that it was the goths shooting the chavs and not the other way round)

Oh, and patroclus, what exactly constitutes goth dancing? If like belladonna said, it's maining arm-wavering-over-head, then I'm afraid I'm somewhat guilty. I also danced to Nick Cave like that when I last went to see him. You'll have to imagine a sort of petite, willowyish brunette surrounded by many mostly 38year old ex-goths, wavering arms.

Audrey poster is smashing, btw.

patroclus said...

Ah, good morning Kalista. This dancing was more like a sort of full-body seizure (like when a wet dog shakes itself from nose to tail), with some arm-waving thrown in for good measure.

I have a terrible feeling that I am one of those 38 year old ex-goths whereof you speak. (And if I'm not, I feel like one.)

And if I recall correctly, it was their dislike of getting into teams that did for the poor Neanderthals, who liked nothing better than roaming the mountainsides by themselves, plucking at pretty flowers and marvelling at the fluffy clouds, before being set upon and annihilated by packs of rampaging homo sapiens. Poor old Neanderthals. They're second only to the Picts in my (pre-)historical affections.

Kalista said...

Well I'm a bit of a whippersnapper really, so I'm probably not the best authority on 38 year old ex-goths. But how do you become an ex-goth? Does it happen slowly, a little less khol one day and then...you're dressing like a stepford wife and grating a butternut squash?

At least you haven't missed every sodding musical movement like I have!

Ah, not particial to the full body shake, so I think I'm alright on the dancing front.

That's what the 'yoofs' should be doing, picking flowers together and drinking meed.

patroclus said...

Ah, no, the transition from goth to raver was quite abrupt, but this was (ahem) quite a few years ago now. I was never really a goth, more of an indie kid, so it wasn't all that painful a transition. And then there was a gradual evolution (or should that be decline?) from raver to clubber to ex-clubber to Stepford Wife.

And now...the mid-life crisis! Oh, it's been a rollercoaster ride through the world of the ego and the id, alright. What a lot you have to look forward to, Kalista.

Kalista said...

Raver? Jesus! we're talking early 90's here, the 'tunes' of 2unlimited and the suchlike? So if I'm an indie girl now, where do you suggest I go from there?

Ah yes, what a lot i do have to look forward to. I turn 18 next week. It's all downhill from there I keep being informed. Gravity hits you, tax, cellulite, and you can never remember where you parked the car (not that I can ever remember where I parked the car anyway)

hen said...

For me it all started to go wrong when I reached 27 - so you've got a few years yet, Kalista. Enjoy them while they last. Don't know about your post indie conundrum - it seems to me that whenever everything seems stayed and derivative and past seems like the best place to be some incredible new music revolution turns up completely out of the blue. Christ knows what is going to be.

lauren said...

kalista, it's my 18th in precisely 36 days time (not that i'm counting it down or anything), and for that matter, our good blogger friend's birthday too.

apparently, the good points about being 18 are that you can now legally get totally pissed, wake up the next morning and think you're about to die because your head hurts so much, and you also have a say in how the country is run *coughs* bollocks, ahem.

on the ex-goth arm-waving body-shaking dancing, there was plenty going on last night in preston guildhall - you may know of this delightful venue from such tv shows as 'snooker: live from the guidhall'. anyhoo, i think a large proportion of the audience was ex goths who have now decided to join the masses of society. scarily, much of their dancing had morphed into a status quo style shoulder dip. the rest of us were polite and tried not to insult the fantastic band on stage. and so was peter kay

patroclus said...

Oh Lord, it is really only 36 days? Somehow I think you'll be having more birthday fun than I will, Lauren!

surly girl said...

ah, the status-quo shoulder dip, also know (in biker circles) as the flying eagle. i once spent a whole night at a bike rally doing the flying eagle with a very short man.

can we stop with the i'm-nearly-eighteen thing? it's making me feel positively ancient.

belladona said...

Patroclus, you should check out 'Something Rotten' by Jasper Fforde, wherin a large corporation has re-created neanderthals, initially as test subjects. However the neanderthals are so human and yet lovely that everyone was too ashamed to do tests on them. They never tell lies or care about winning or status. It's easy to see why we managed to kill them all off. Boo to us.

patroclus said...

Ohhh, the poor Neanderthals. Boo to us, indeed. Apparently they had squeaky little voices too. Awww.

hen said...

Very sad indeed. They were a lot more clever than us too. By the brain size you can tell their average IQ would have been about 160. And they liked picking flowers. We truly are a bunch of cunts.

hen said...

Ugly mother fuckers though...

cello said...

Hello. I have nothing at all to say about Goths. Never did have, never will have. But can I just ask that you you tell me the precise date of aforementioned birthdays as I've no idea from which date to count forward 36 days. Not that you or Lauren should expect anything but I like to put things in my diary so it looks like I have friends.

patroclus said...

cello! Welcome back - you've been very much missed! I don't think that Lauren will mind me broadcasting the fact that our birthdays both fall on the 7th Oct.

I could try being coy about my age (it's about time, after all), but sadly my Profile gives it away.

poppy said...

i have a french goth friend, who i met in france. it was odd because her best friend was this very blonde, bimbo barbie-type person who wore a lot of pink.

there were also some 'gingsters' (as they called themselves, because they couldnt say 'gangster') and of course some chavs. it seems they all fell into one category or another, but i dont know about fights in forets. hmm.

and of course happy birthday for 35 days, patroclus and lauren! i wish i was 18.

poppy said...

am i supposed to say 'i wish i were 18' there?? ah, please someone explain the subjunctive!

Kalista said...

Lauren, I already wake up like that and moan about how the country's run. The thought of doing it all legally just adds to the fun! And Preston Guildhall, what a venue! Who were you watching?

Patroclus, the upsides to being thirtysomething are far greater than being 18.

For a start, you have a tasty red leather sofa, I have a desk covered in coursework.

You have the wisdom of having lived, I know very little about the world.

You can travel to wonderful swedish countries to see obscure electronica, I end up on the phone to my mother during Tom Veks set at V, because she thinks that I'm going to get stabbed/mugged/ravaged.

Sorry for making people feel old.

patroclus said...

Yes, I've heard these Tom Vek gigs can turn ugly. I'd better take my Hello Kitty handgun with me when I see him next Sat.

lauren said...

patroclus - of course i don't mind! i still think it's incredibly weird (or perhaps that should be great comedy-related, or maybe comedic, fate) that we share birthdays and 'met' all for the love of green wing

kalista - that would be the stereophonics, and as there were only 2 000 of us there, it truly was amazing. and peter kay too!!! i'm amazed that i can still hear and speak after that gig.

just wonder what the crowd watching summer holiday in the theatre next door made of it all

Kalista said...

Ah yes, you're going to Bestival aren't you. Jammy thing! Can I request that you go and see British Sea Power in my honour? They're very good live. At Leeds they had a giant stuffed bear and a wicker dear on stage.

Lauren, I have a friend that's obesessed with stereophonics. Preston too, nice to see a bit of northern venueage, that's near my neck of the woods (no offence to you lovely southern people, just nothing much happens up here that doesn't involve hills and pies)

lauren said...

that is the perfect description of the north west. i was so happy at being able to get tickets for a gig of a band who are more usually known for selling out places like the men arena, and play cardiff, dublin, hyde park and suchlike. and all 10 miles from my little house!

patroclus said...

I'd love to go and see British Sea Power for you Kalista, but I'm only going for the Saturday and they're playing on Friday. But I do get to see St Etienne, Tom Vek, Ulrich Schnauss (a big favourite of nibus's) and Finland's finest export Husky Rescue, which should be quite enough for anyone.

Pashmina said...

Ah, you'll be seeing the Et. Fabulous - their new-ish album is v.g. and they're quite good live these days.

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