The moment I opened the door I knew it was moyder...
My aided relaxation was going well, I was sprawled out on Dan's bed watching 'A Beautiful Mind'. I was at the bit where there were people in black cars with suits and hats chasing other people, I'd missed the start and didn't understand why the men with black suits, cars and hats were chasing this man.
"you have to leave" the man character had said to his wife as men in with black suits, cars and hats came.
At that moment the door burst open, it was Dan with panic ingrained into his face and sweat dripping from every gland he blurted "We have to go now! They're waiting for you in the car park!"
Who was waiting for me? Perhaps it was the German whose hat I'd stolen a few months before, he must have traced me. But how? Perhaps I left some evidence, how stupid! Maybe it was the Police come to question me about the size of my mp3 collection and the number of connections to Russian websites.
"They were going I had to stop them, c'mon hurry up man"
It dawned on me that I was still one step ahead of the German whose hat I'd stolen, that my mp3 collection was safe and no one had noticed the number of connections to Russian websites. I was safe. Outside waiting was just my friends. I rushedly put on my black jacket and hat wishing I had the black car and suit to go with it. Drank some sugary water to try to rouse me from my relaxation
"It's just like cheap soft drink" Claimed Dan.
Outside my friends had written on some wet car windows with their fingers, we giggled at that a bit and made out way down the hill while discussing the finer points of putting bread into the rear ends of females.
Boy With Issues and Guitar
Eventually we arrived at TheBay , there was some lame music playing and I wished it wouldn't, not realising that later I would long for the music to be put back on. Because the first band, I say band, I actually mean Boy-with-issues-and-guitar really sucked, many people commented that they had never seen anyone more in need of a LiveJournal , I couldn't have agreed more, afterall the kid did have a song with the lyrics "Robert Deniroooooo he's a herooooo. But Al Pacino's the one for me".
Older Boy With Same Guitar
The second band was a slight improvement, sorry did I say band again I meant slightly-older-boy-with-the-same-guitar. It was more rocky and he could sing better, but like boy-number-one he had nothing to sing about.
Real Bands
I can't really remember the third band, I can remember they were a band though and people actually started dancing in that slightly irregular way that English people dance, you know, not really following the rythm unless it's the same as the one from the last song. They were pretty bouncy and I did a bit of a dance myself, but without standing up.
Brain Slug were such a long time setting up their kit, probably because they were even more relaxed than I. However once they showed they were finally ready a small to medium size crowd positioned itself near the front of where they were playing (note how I didn't use the word "stage" anywhere in that sentence). Their sound was obviously different to the preceeding three acts as the middle aged, serious looking, foot-tapping sound engineer frantically fiddled with knobs and sliders and little lights bounced in time with the music. The crowd continued to grow and some serious head-nodding ensued during songs followed by a light chorus of "brain slug brain slug" ad paene infinitum.
They played some great songs and the audience were visibly enjoying it despite not being able to quite figure out exactly how much to nod their heads, obviously the confusion came about after they thought they would see a metal band. Who could blame them?
Throughout the set Joe, the guitarist, seemed to be turning up his amp and the sound-man seemed to turn him down at his desk afterwards each time. Iain (Emii) and Joe looked shockingly cool smoking their cigarettes through the entire set along with various other cigarette based antics and tom-foolery. Braingrind was playing his drums looking very serious, like someone had mixed his feta with dead animal juice, but he was playing them well, if a little out of key, so we'll ignore his steely gaze. At first I thought Matt wasn't there at all, but then I realised that I could hear his bass, on further inspection he was spotted hiding behind the pillar. The only real problem I had with Brain Slug's music apart from the lack of double-bass drumming, which everyone sorely missed, was that Joe and Iain were both trying to show off at the same time. Solos and singing just don't go, that's why it's called a solo. Also Iain was far too quiet or just mumbling and I couldn't understand a word of what he said despite an intensively desperate effort to do so.