Saturday, February 05, 2005

Since xmas

I went over to CH for New Year with Almut, Tom, and others. It was a great lark, and - thrown together in an old chalet with somewhat basic facilities (e.g. outside loo; 30 minute walk to the car) - we all got on famously.

The fireworks on the mountains were utterly spectacular - whole peaks were ignited with reads, greens, yellows... as we buried each other in the snow. Four of tried snowboarding for shits; the feckin ski-lift thing was the most difficult thing to master!

I stayed around afterwards for some cafe life in Zuerich: dancing in a plush, velvet-clad ballroom with A, M and E; German cinema in the shape of Die fetten Jahre sind vorbei (hilarious, dark comedy about young socialist types); and climbing in (what was) Europe's largest Kletternzentrum - grade 4+ was possible with a bit of help from Almut ("no, I will NOT lower you down - climb to the top!"). Discovered that in Zuerich, one can buy half-an-hour's sleep - isn;t that the ultimate commodification?!?

I helped raise about £700 for the Tsunami appeal, by singing with the ffortissimo! types; will be doing similar again with Coro in a couple of weeks. Kind of a baseline minimum activism, though that should now bgein to change. Visited V in Brighton with B; fine, fine, fine, as always. Escaped to hills in Derbyshire with lzz. blagged a free meal out with young Chris, down in London on a freebie from his company. True to form, he's workinng his way through the talent at work, but seems like it's hard going.

Caught Rammstein in Brixton; first time I have seen them, and was suitably impressed by the stage show, what with infernos, fireworks, HR Giger-inspired industrial-nightmare stage, complete with 7ft vaginal entrance. I had half-hoped for some Spinal Tap moment where the bassist gets stuck in plastic cocoon, but all was (slightly disappointingly) very polished. I suspect that many of the fans don't speak German; the album sleeve notes translations are a poor approximation to some of the more subtle meanings in the original. Apparently, Sehnsucht contains a reference to Francois Villon. Certainly, they went out of their way to avoid the "nazi" accusations, by dressing the dweeby one in kurzelederhosen and having him being boiled alive in a big pot! Apocalyptica were impressive as support - the sight of several thousand butch-metal fans jumping about to four cellos was hilarious.

A highlight was seeing the Larry Love Show Band at the Windmill. My hero, D. Wayne Love himself, was RIGHT THERE, singing his country acid house music to, what, thirty of us. Magic.


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