Not dancing
Was planning on going to Studio Nine to see Concord Dawn, but I think I've pulled out. I'm not feeling 100 percent, and right now I don't have the energy to pull an all-nighter, not with two huge assignments looming over me, and considering I made it to 4am last night. Drake and I were checking out the Herbaliser DJs, again at Studio Nine. Now, I'd seen the Herbaliser before, and thought they were pretty good, so I figured this would be worthwhile.
And it was - almost. But I was somewhat disappointed - I was expecting this hiphop/dub monster sound system playing freaky sounds. Instead, we got two DJs mixing up hiphop and oldschool funk and soul. Very weird. It was a good set, but hardly worth paying $38 for. A lot of what they played was so obvious ('Root Down', '3 is the Magic Number', 'Can I get a Witness?', 'The Message' (!) - most people who like that sort of music are going to have heard those tunes 1000s of times. It was like being in that club in New Orleans listening to 'Uplifting Trance Anthems of 2001' on rotate. Good music, but I want to hear something fresh and interesting, not the same old. And I was expecting them to be playing their own sounds, not someone else's.
It wasn't a bad night, and if it had been a local DJ spinning for say $10 I would have said it was fantastic. But I guess I expected something more.
Drake also claims that Casey, his new girlfriend, thinks I hate her. This is based apparently on a look I gave her six months ago when I first met her. I don't think we actually spoke to each other at the time, and I hadn't seen her since, until today, when I ran into them by chance on the way to the rugby. We smiled at each other, but it felt quite awkward.
Wellington won the rugby, and I seem to have made an arrangement with my father to go clubbing - Phoenix are putting on EarthDance next Saturday, and he's always said he wanted to go to a dance party. So this is his chance. I have to respect that, although I have a feeling he will find the experience more than a little strange.
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