My day yesterday begun at 5.10 with my alarm going off. Brutal. Getting my shit together and getting myself to uni, a convenient two-and-a-half hours away.
I arrive before class begins and talk to the one person who arrived early as well.
9 to 12 tutorial was ... somewhat helpful. Perhaps even if only to see what everyone else is up to with the current project.
12 to 1 lecture which most of my friends from that class decide to miss. I sit down the front and talk to a friend before it starts then have this weird thing through the lecture where I feel like she's directing everything she says only at me. I honestly didn't sit in the front row because I wanted to hear this.
Then what? The friend I was going to a gig with is fucked, but I decided to still head to central to make my plans from there.
I arrive at central and work out if I head home then catch a train back I will spend less than an hour at home. Guess I'm stuck with my macbook and gear for the day.
I was shitty realising this was probably going to be the outcome, then I get struck by something; I can sit around, skate around, capture wizard souls (I'll explain this to you all soon), work, and read all day. Where's the down side?
So that's exactly what I did. I wound in Hyde Park reading and working, watching some terrible busker. Then as I headed off saw a fight between some smug looking conservative man and some douche bags. Everyone else watched on as well as the guy was yelled at and spat on. I didn't see the start of it all but the impression I got was that the guy had probably provoked it.
Beer, work, reading ...
I wound up eventually getting dinner in a Parramatta tapas bar. The food was good, and the people were polite, but I couldn't help but feel I had successfully ruined the mood of the bar by being the only single table, surrounded by friends and couples.
I left finally when the turned down the main lights further to add to the mood.
I got to the theatre where I found out ear plugs were a requirement. Talked to some interns about how poorly organised the event was (180 people to see the largest noise artist in the world at a 500 capacity venue ...)
Then Merzbow.
We're all seated. I don't sit at concerts. But this wasn't a concert. This was a completely hi-brow. This was like visiting an art installation. He never acknowledged the crowd, never said a word. For him, there was no real need for us to be there.
Then the bass kicked in. And you felt it not only through the amps or your feet, but through the seat and through the person next to you. The tone makes Skrillex look like Pink.
He finished and nobody clapped for a minute. Somebody finally did and it didn't matter. Everybody clapped and he grabbed his water bottle, closed his macbook, unplugged two pedals and left.
I skated to the station where I was challenged to a race by a guy on a bike. Then somebody tried to make me fall off my skateboard thinking it was funny jump at me, but I'd seen him coming and was unphased. But for future reference, fucking with an overtired cat riding a couple of foot of weapon isn't likely to end well for you if something was to happen.
I waited for a train. I got on the train. I finished my book.
I skated home. I fell asleep.
