K's Wedding 20/10/19 - 27/10/19
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satyricaLast Sunday I met N at the British Museum to check out their Inspired by the East exhibition about Orientalism in Western art, which was interesting enough but only went so far in acknowledging all of the problematic elements. We had some lunch at Salsa then I went home for a bit before heading out again to meet up with Ketch for a Sunday evening trip to Brighton: CC Smugglers had announced they were splitting up since we saw them in London a couple of months ago and, given they had a few shows left to play, we'd decided to make the most of them. After finding somewhere for dinner, we headed to the Hope & Ruin where the support, The Orange Circus Band, who had a strong hat game and elaborate stage names, also turned out to be the subject of one of CC Smugglers' songs! I was very glad we got to see our headlining heroes again, although there was clearly an emotional raggedness from all their tribulations, and we made it back to London before midnight, although being a Sunday not quite in time for the tube.
M had gone away on holiday with her Mum so I had the flat to myself for a week and stayed in on Monday. On Tuesday I ended up going out at the last minute because my friend C was over from Australia: we met at Bar Wotever and enjoyed the Black History Month cabaret and catching up. N came over for dinner Wednesday and we got to have a lie-in as he's on half term and I had Thursday off for my ex-flatmate K's wedding. There was a short ceremony at Lambeth Registry Office then, after some travails trying to get a taxi in the pouring rain, headed up to Ognisko, the fancy Polish restaurant and cultural centre, for a lovely meal.
Others were going on for a cocktail but I went home to change and recover before striking back out in the evening to meet Joey and head to XOYO for the HMLTD gig. We were really taken with Lazarus Kane, an American singer with a sardonic humour heading up a 7-piece that incorporated guitars and tinny synths, who was followed up by Walt Disco, glam electro from Glasgow that strongly reminded me of the Ninth Wave. For all my recent gigs, HMLTD was the first time in a while that I'd found myself in a churning, sweaty crowd and I left very happy.
I've had a nothingy sort of weekend: home alone Friday, I worked at home Saturday daytime then headed over to Clapton for dinner with N before we watched my FNB friend M perform as Trashcan Phoenix at Biddle Brothers: the music and the venue matched in their glorious eccentricity, then headed back to Tottenham. As N goes to bed relatively early and the clocks went back, we were awake super-early today and walked over to Walthamstow to explore a couple of little exhibitions at the William Morris Gallery: one drawing parallels between the Bauhaus and Morris' arts and crafts community, the other on Frank Brangwyn, whose pictures I really liked. I meandered back from there and passed the rest of the day at home, including more work. I hate work spilling out across its boundaries but, this close to the shelter season, it was making my life a lot less stressful to sit down and get a bunch of stuff done with no distractions.
M had gone away on holiday with her Mum so I had the flat to myself for a week and stayed in on Monday. On Tuesday I ended up going out at the last minute because my friend C was over from Australia: we met at Bar Wotever and enjoyed the Black History Month cabaret and catching up. N came over for dinner Wednesday and we got to have a lie-in as he's on half term and I had Thursday off for my ex-flatmate K's wedding. There was a short ceremony at Lambeth Registry Office then, after some travails trying to get a taxi in the pouring rain, headed up to Ognisko, the fancy Polish restaurant and cultural centre, for a lovely meal.
Others were going on for a cocktail but I went home to change and recover before striking back out in the evening to meet Joey and head to XOYO for the HMLTD gig. We were really taken with Lazarus Kane, an American singer with a sardonic humour heading up a 7-piece that incorporated guitars and tinny synths, who was followed up by Walt Disco, glam electro from Glasgow that strongly reminded me of the Ninth Wave. For all my recent gigs, HMLTD was the first time in a while that I'd found myself in a churning, sweaty crowd and I left very happy.
I've had a nothingy sort of weekend: home alone Friday, I worked at home Saturday daytime then headed over to Clapton for dinner with N before we watched my FNB friend M perform as Trashcan Phoenix at Biddle Brothers: the music and the venue matched in their glorious eccentricity, then headed back to Tottenham. As N goes to bed relatively early and the clocks went back, we were awake super-early today and walked over to Walthamstow to explore a couple of little exhibitions at the William Morris Gallery: one drawing parallels between the Bauhaus and Morris' arts and crafts community, the other on Frank Brangwyn, whose pictures I really liked. I meandered back from there and passed the rest of the day at home, including more work. I hate work spilling out across its boundaries but, this close to the shelter season, it was making my life a lot less stressful to sit down and get a bunch of stuff done with no distractions.
