Post by TLCM on Jun 16, 2003 2:11:20 GMT -5
I lost my gig virginity last night. I'd only been to festivals and weird little things previously that don't count. Ok, so that might be sad considering I've been 18 for around about 20 days.
I only ended up going with one friend, all the others would prefer a nightclub and dj and more still had a problem either with age or the fact that it was a Sunday.
I got to Newcastle ok, the smoothest trip yet apart from the fact I got every single fucking redlight which might acount for the 1/2 tank of petrol that disapeared last night. The only other problem I encountered on the way was that I had only glanced roughly at a map. I figured I must know where to go considering I only wanted the Northern Star, one turn off that is all. Well, I missed that turn off didn't I, it's hard to read street signs in the dark, especially when you're the one driving. When we eventually made it to the right street it occured to both myself and my friend that we didn't really know where the pub was in the street. I parked after a few blocks outside an Irish Pub and decided to walk the rest of the way. In fact, that Irish Pub was the Northern Star.
First thing through the door, "ID please."
Thinktank was ok, but not as good as I was hoping they would be, I don't know why but it didn't really work for me. I could have been that the band was around a corner and I got to look at a screen at the back or it might have been the smelly fat punkers that kept staring at me and my friend.
Blueline Medic on the other hand was great, no, brilliant. I probably don't need to tell you all about it as anyone with half a brain would already know from experience. Anyway, they played, Not Interested (I think, I can't remember) for the first time on the tour. The band did their best to go off despite the cramped nature of the stage, if Donnie were to take so much as a small step back he would have landed on the drumkit if he took a step forward, he'd no longer be on the stage. This time I was up front, but I'm sure one day I'll learn not to stand directly infront of the speakers.
The trip home was ok. Apart from the dreaded 3 point turn where I had to wrestle the steering wheel (is there any way to get steering fixed, this is worse than most non-power steering cars). I also got every single redlight on the way home. However I was the only car the whole way and I got up to 130km/hr when the radio made a huge crack and I decided to slow down because the car obviously didn't like it (I still can't get the crackle out, lol).
Anyway, we left around 12 and I got home in record time (1:15am).
I only ended up going with one friend, all the others would prefer a nightclub and dj and more still had a problem either with age or the fact that it was a Sunday.
I got to Newcastle ok, the smoothest trip yet apart from the fact I got every single fucking redlight which might acount for the 1/2 tank of petrol that disapeared last night. The only other problem I encountered on the way was that I had only glanced roughly at a map. I figured I must know where to go considering I only wanted the Northern Star, one turn off that is all. Well, I missed that turn off didn't I, it's hard to read street signs in the dark, especially when you're the one driving. When we eventually made it to the right street it occured to both myself and my friend that we didn't really know where the pub was in the street. I parked after a few blocks outside an Irish Pub and decided to walk the rest of the way. In fact, that Irish Pub was the Northern Star.
First thing through the door, "ID please."
Thinktank was ok, but not as good as I was hoping they would be, I don't know why but it didn't really work for me. I could have been that the band was around a corner and I got to look at a screen at the back or it might have been the smelly fat punkers that kept staring at me and my friend.
Blueline Medic on the other hand was great, no, brilliant. I probably don't need to tell you all about it as anyone with half a brain would already know from experience. Anyway, they played, Not Interested (I think, I can't remember) for the first time on the tour. The band did their best to go off despite the cramped nature of the stage, if Donnie were to take so much as a small step back he would have landed on the drumkit if he took a step forward, he'd no longer be on the stage. This time I was up front, but I'm sure one day I'll learn not to stand directly infront of the speakers.
The trip home was ok. Apart from the dreaded 3 point turn where I had to wrestle the steering wheel (is there any way to get steering fixed, this is worse than most non-power steering cars). I also got every single redlight on the way home. However I was the only car the whole way and I got up to 130km/hr when the radio made a huge crack and I decided to slow down because the car obviously didn't like it (I still can't get the crackle out, lol).
Anyway, we left around 12 and I got home in record time (1:15am).
