Is it me
Or does the new Bloc Party single (download it here) sound like Ride?
They were the first band I saw live.
I was a fresh faced 16 year old, and this was the first night I had escaped my suburban shackles for a night of excitement in THE LONDON!! We boarded a rickety Metropolitan Line train filled with a mixture of fear, elation and alcohol, clutching our now sweaty golden tickets.
Somehow my Tourist excursions and Museum Trips had skirted round areas like this. Set upon by touts and drunks at every step we hot footed it for the venue, not tempted by any of the numerous pubs en route as a: we wouldn't have got served and b: they all looked fucking dodgy. Within minutes we reached our destination - the magnificent Kilburn National Ballroom.
Well I say magnificent. What I should have said was 'Absolute Shithole'. It had clearly been sometime since its wooden floors had resounded to the sound of the foxtrot. The layer of beer on the floor made getting around effortless though, and we were soon involuntarily pulling moves that would have owned the dancefloor in distant times.
Somehow we managed to get the beers in, and took our places in the throng eagerly awaiting Slowdive. Er, yeah, hang on. The first band I saw live would have been Slowdive. That kind of spoils my 'link' doesn't it.
OK...forget that a minute !
We arrived late, tragically missing Slowdive ,-) , however we were in ample time to get a good spot for our heroes Mark, Andy, Loz and The Other Bloke... squeezed as close to the front as we were able. Eventually the lights dimmed to darkness, and the air filled with the deafening, shimmering chords of 'Polar Bear'. We were carried blissfully off into the frantically moshing throng.
I never really returned.
Ride - Polar Bear
Bonus Ride: Twisterella
They were the first band I saw live.
I was a fresh faced 16 year old, and this was the first night I had escaped my suburban shackles for a night of excitement in THE LONDON!! We boarded a rickety Metropolitan Line train filled with a mixture of fear, elation and alcohol, clutching our now sweaty golden tickets.
Being relative newcomers to the wonderful world of boozing, we had somehow settled upon the idea that Thunderbird (Red Label of course) was a comparatively palatable drink. This is probably because our other tipple of choice was cider. Still, although indescribably disgusting, Thunderbird does get you very very pissed, and we were certainly worse for wear as we emerged from the station and took in the sights and (considerable) smells of Kilburn.
Somehow my Tourist excursions and Museum Trips had skirted round areas like this. Set upon by touts and drunks at every step we hot footed it for the venue, not tempted by any of the numerous pubs en route as a: we wouldn't have got served and b: they all looked fucking dodgy. Within minutes we reached our destination - the magnificent Kilburn National Ballroom.
Well I say magnificent. What I should have said was 'Absolute Shithole'. It had clearly been sometime since its wooden floors had resounded to the sound of the foxtrot. The layer of beer on the floor made getting around effortless though, and we were soon involuntarily pulling moves that would have owned the dancefloor in distant times.
Somehow we managed to get the beers in, and took our places in the throng eagerly awaiting Slowdive. Er, yeah, hang on. The first band I saw live would have been Slowdive. That kind of spoils my 'link' doesn't it.
OK...forget that a minute !
We arrived late, tragically missing Slowdive ,-) , however we were in ample time to get a good spot for our heroes Mark, Andy, Loz and The Other Bloke... squeezed as close to the front as we were able. Eventually the lights dimmed to darkness, and the air filled with the deafening, shimmering chords of 'Polar Bear'. We were carried blissfully off into the frantically moshing throng.
I never really returned.
Ride - Polar Bear
Bonus Ride: Twisterella
posted by headphonesex @ 11:13 PM
