shimweasel

And here I return, plunging gratefully into the comforting embrace of the past. I’m sorry we fought, baby, it was all my fault: won’t you come home? I’d rather be happy than right this time.

Pickings have been a little slim on the gig scene recently. Granted, the Maladies and the Thaw are both playing concerts in Sydney at the moment, but I no longer have the feeder pool of the Mandarin Club any more. Levins, please come back: the musically underinformed of Sydney need your obsessive diligence.

My gripes about variety aside, the few concerts I’m seeing, I’m enjoying wholeheartedly. The most recent was the Tucker Bs at the Hopetoun, supported by the Thaw and … a couple of guys, I’m sorry, they weren’t so memorable. For some reason, I was flying particularly high that night. Sean was in attendance with his friend Rory, as well as Madeleine and her friend Deb, and from the beginning things were considerably copacetic. Deb has a wicked sense of humour (she must - she laughed at my jokes), and bonded with Sean immediately over a shared love for guns, dirt, and following orders.

A beer or three in, the Thaw started, and after an initial period of seemingly gratuitous feedback, my compatriots seemed to be getting into them. This was an unmixed goodness: there is almost nothing worse than taking someone to a concert and to have them not enjoy it. After their set, while Mad and Deb chatted with the band, I set off around the room talking to more or less everyone: one of those nights when I felt like a ball of irrepressible (and hopefully not too obnoxious) social energy. As previously noted, the next band were pretty anonymous - quiet, unobjectionable, almost what elevator music in a perfect world might sound like.

Eventually, they finished and the Tucker Bs got on - I’d seen them previously at the Essential Festival, and was sort of ambivalent. They sounded ok, but I didn’t and still don’t understand the hype they’re getting. I bailed halfway through the set, but thanks to all involved - I had a great night out, and met some pretty cool people.

oh, endearing anecdote of the evening: overhearing someone from the Thaw say “Don’t put the Prodigy on, we’ll sound shit after them”. So cute!