The Aether

OK, so I went to the Fiend Fest gig and it was... interesting.

Beforehand, I met my best friend's pet masochist (there's a sentence I didn't think I'd say any time soon) who really is quite nice, though he smiles too much. Once we compared spiky things and got a taxi through the pouring rain, we got into Hermann's Bar.

This was problematic.

See, unlike the Manning Bar, which was absolutely huge and had a proper stage and heaps of room, Hermann's is a one-room bar with a small stage you could barely swing a cat around. We were faced with an oxymoron: there were both too many people and not enough people. As Grace later said, bands like the ones we had playing need lots of people for the right atmosphere. Fiend Fest, on the other hand, didn't have enough people for that atmosphere, but at the same time, they had too many for such a small place. (Not enough seating, either). 

We ran into Wendy and Pete (as in Crane, as in Shiv-r) again, and it went exactly the way I expected. Wendy, you see, is one of the nicest and friendliest people on the planet, while Pete is (rather unexpectedly) introverted and quiet. So while I had more than a few talks with Wendy, I said a brief hello to Pete and that was about it. Also, they both went blonde. Pete looks good with a blond fringe, and Wendy looks good blonde, but I think she needs to grow her hair.

Anyway, the first band were Viral Millennium. They were surprisingly good. They did a hilariously metal cover of Lady Gaga's 'Paparazzi' that Grace and I adored, and Grace was really into their music. Next up were Novakill, who consisted of two surprisingly older guys singing political-activist songs. OK, but a little boring, methought. 

In between bands, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom bitching to Grace about how, outfit-wise, I was outclassed by nearly everyone else there. Grace just pointed out how spiky my spiky bracelets were.

Then next up were Shiv-r. They were amazing, as usual. Pete is really fantastic live- he has heaps of energy and he's really aggressive. Even better, while they played the songs I expected ('Blood Spatter', 'Parasite', 'Hollow Mask', 'Pharmaceutical Grade'), they swapped out 'The End' and 'Stripped' for the ones Grace and I were hoping they'd play- namely, 'Zeitgeist' and 'Taste'. Unfortunately, there was one minor problem: how the hell do you look away when one member of the band is wearing a quarter of a shirt, and the other is wearing a latex thing that barely comes down to her thighs? Not to mention her corset, which... was tight, shall we say.

I sincerely hope nobody connected to Shiv-r ever reads this. If they do, I'm sorry. I mean, I'd be sorry even if they didn't. Just saying.

After Shiv-r were Hanzel und Gretyl. They were fun. Unfortunately, I forgot my golden rule: I find it hard to enjoy a concert if I only know a few songs. So while I picked out 'Das Boot' and I stuck around to rock along with 'Third Reich From The Sun' (which was amazing, BTW), I ended up sitting most of it out due to boredom. Well, that and I spent a fair bit of time wondering whether Vas Kallas is a guy or a girl. (She's a girl. It was the lighting.)

I sincerely hope nobody connected to Hanzel und Gretyl ever reads this. See above.

And after them were Hocico.

If you're wondering how to pronounce it, according to Wendy, it's 'oh-see-ko', but due to the fact that the majority of people there were Australians, it was more like 'hoh-see-ko'. The earlier concert rule applied to them too, unfortunately, so while everyone around me were dancing like maniacs, I was standing there contemplating philosophy. Not kidding, there was no room to move. Unfortunately, I also started having problems breathing, so I got the hell out of there. 

It's impossible to have a conversation when bands are playing.

Anyway, aside from that: I finally discovered an alcohol combination I can enjoy (vodka raspberry), I got hit on by two guys and a girl (at least, the girl danced *really* close to me, and I think she thought I was straight, which is probably why she made abrupt excuses and left), I have two new shirts, and I discovered that A, eyeliner is hard to get off, and B, DestroyX's eyeshadows are *impossible* to get off. You need soap and water. Seriously.

Also, despite being the freaking *Fiend* Fest, they still haven't got out the next issue. Not cool, dudes. Not cool.

Anyway, how have you all been?

I have got to watch Sherlock (the new series).

I'm lying on my bed, on a really lovely Thursday afternoon, listening to a Sneaker Pimps song about blow jobs and I swear to God I haven't felt this good in a long time. *sighs* I've got a new story about mismatched chosen ones driving gods mad, and I had an awesome dream a couple of nights ago that proves that my subconscious loves Sydney Harbour as much as I do.

This is fuckin' awesome.

Also, Noel Fielding is fucking hot.

As a result of miggy's Glee Amazing Race series, I am now writing a Glee fic in which Brittany and Santana are spies.



Goddamnit.

Note to self: don't skip down driveways after eating dinner. That shit gets you stitches, dude.

I'm writing an English essay, and in it, I get to use the phrase 'S&M practicing lesbian'. I love my life.