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Thursday was London. Hung out with my second cousin Kate, who sings with the Royal Opera, and whom I hadn't seen in five years. Went to the Music and Video Exchange and the Rough Trade store (duh). Bought records. Ate Brick Lane Indian. Then crashed. Friday we went out to Camber and arrived just in time to see the Ex
Orkest:
who were very good, though had the disadvantage of
playing to a
not-yet-drunk crowd of around 300 in a 3000 person hall, so they were
missing a little of the energy that I've come to expect. Later that night
was Burma, who played a great set, but not as great as New York Day Two:
We ended up sharing a cab into Rye the next morning with the Burma
roadies, who said that the show they played Thursday night in London
was the best one ever, and the one on Friday was a little sub-par. This
made us doubly sad, since we had contemplated going to the Thursday show
but were just too tired. However, we did find Mr. Wiggly (pictured, with Nora):
Also, we hung out with the new members of the Fall and Aileen chatted up
Julia Nagle, who was there with the band, inexplicably:
From the conversation, we learned that Mark E. has fake teeth, and that when he gets drunk, he likes to take them out of his mouth and chomp them at people. The Fall were all staying in Chalet 69. How rock star. Ours was 435:
The next day we walked into Rye and saw a lot of sheep, including a
teeny
tiny lamb that had just been born:
I inadvertently took a picture of a cherub's ass:
Then we headed back to Camber Sands for Shellac and Wire (Wire!).
Aileen
got a special photographers press pass, since it was all arranged for her
to interview Wire afterwards:
And I got one too, resulting in these:
By this point you should have realized the extent of my infatuation with digital overexposure. Also with Wire. They were phenom. "Do you think we rocked?" Colin asked me later on while Aileen was getting her camera all set up. "Oh yeah," I said. Then felt dumb. Sunday we were pretty zonked. We went into Rye again and had cream tea. Cream tea, contrary to expectation, is just regular old tea with fresh cream and scones to eat it on, not cream in the tea, as we had all imagined when we placed our order of cream tea and scones. We ate a lot of scones. Back at Camber Sands, we saw Steve Albini and surrepticiously took his picture:
Later that night was the Fall, who were a little disappointing, since it's just these dudes and then Mark E., who was in better shape than the NY show but not 1980 better, and then the Breeders, who were awful, since both Deal sisters were all jittery and drugged out and couldn't play their guitars at all. So I shut my eyes and tried to pretend I was in high school. Then I went to sleep. The next day went something like this: 4:30am GMT Wake up at Camber Sands Worth it? Of course. Previously...
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