October 9th, 2010


Ball of Cthulhu: Mandolin is (still) fucking metal.

Abney Park fun! http://www.dnalounge.com/calendar/2010/10.html#08
DNA keeps an audio archive, with streams of the shows for 2 weeks after. If you want to hear it, you can. http://cerebrum.dnalounge.com/archive/

Collapse ) I got myself a 7-up with a cherry, and then we found a nice cozy corner upstairs with a seat where I could soak in the ambiance without getting either stomped upon or straining my knee. It was an all-ages show. There were a couple kids around. One woman was dancing with a toddler. (Aww.) There were two little girls, somewhere in the seven to twelve age range, running around being adorable. One of them had wings on. (Aww.) There were a lot of really interesting outfits, as there was a door discount for people wearing costumes. So it was pretty much a steampunk convention. Corsets, bustles, goggles, black, brown, stripes, fascinators, top hats, lights. One guy had an adorable little LED lantern hooked to his belt. It looked like an IKEA candle lantern with a bit of cloth or paper to simulate a flame, and blue LEDs at the top under the lid, likely from an IKEA mini LED holiday light set, the sort with the battery pack. Tif wandered off to dance a few times, which was quite all right with me. I had the internet to keep me company! And some of my Twitterfriends were joining me, virtually, because of the webcast! Whee! During one of the interludes where Tif was off dancing, I noticed that some of the Goth-looking women standing in front of me were comparing how tightly they could lace their corsets. Now, my parents made sure that I had plenty of books in my childhood, and this included classics, so I grew up with girls vs. tight lacing, and hearing the same chatter in my actual real life was slightly surreal.

For my part, I had dressed spiffily, with my top with the pretty beaded neckline and the jabot I'd constructed from that lace scarf, the stripped twist-tie, the hairpin, and the old button; that lovely cameo necklace (my star fought for position with it and the jabot, so I hooked the star on my bra strap instead of having it around my neck), the black-and-silvery patchwork skirt, sparkly stockings, that denim thing as a second foundation garment, my standard black sweater-thing, dark lipstick, black eyeliner and sparkly white and pale blue eyeshadow, just a bit of powder, my hair up in a loose bun held by a velvet scrunchie, and my turquoise feather fascinator.

The opening bands were the League of Unextraordinary Gentlemen and Vernian Process. Unwoman is a simply lovely cellist. (Happily, Humanwine did not make an appearance this time.)

I finally became hungry once I was there, and got nachos. They were low on chips, and just had the tag-end nasty stuff, so the lady sent one of the security staff out for more. It was only a few minutes. I signed thank-you at him when he came back bearing chips, which reminds me that I really should learn at least enough sign to do the social pleasantries in fucking noisy environments.

Vernian Process covered "Start Wearing Purple", which delighted me, because that is one of my favorites. They had another song that suggested that it could be easily mashed up with "I'm On A Boat", which just amused me to no end.

Their set ended, and we headed downstairs to hit the bathrooms and see Abney Park up close. I wound up on the dance floor, and had no idea where Tif had got off to, but I figured that we would find each other at some point, and it was really too dense to move, and HELLO HOT BLOND WITH SCRUFFY FACE AND PONYTAIL AND GLASSES AND GOGGLES ON TOP OF THE HEAD, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU. Let's just say he could have been a character reference for Mike. ;) Then some pretty girl came up and greeted him with a smooch. I wound up dancing with another guy for a bit, but not responding to his subtle attempts to dance a little closer now.

Before Abney Park came on, there was a sketch with the Shadow Circus. Now, last year, they did a really regrettable act, I mean it was embarrassment squick fail bingo humor, with puppets. This year it was somewhat better -- the dinosaur-thing had gone to a frat party at Miskatonic U, picked up some reanimating serum, and pawned it off on his dorky buddy. Also there was fratboy Cthulhu. Yeah. There was some shriekiness with the mics, which made things a bit worse.

Abney Park came on then, to much cheering. I was not quite front and center on the dance floor, but I was pretty close. I immediately realized that I'd made a critical error in not coming with ear protection. I endured it for one or two songs, then realized that I really couldn't take any more, that I valued my hearing, and that I was a resourceful little Lunatic, with Collapse ) Lesson learned: I need earplugs, and I need to bring them with me for concerts, Just In Case.

Setlist, with much of the commentary from in between (thanks to the frickin' awesome streaming feed) and also what was going on with me:
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The costume contest winners get up on stage and get their prizes.

I find that I have all the albums except the new one that's to come out soon, so I merely hail the band, getting hugs from Robert and Nathan before wandering off with Tif to where I've parked. The car is nearly a half-mile away due to the assy parking. On our way, we encounter a building that appears to be having a fire alarm, as it is very loud and clangorous, and people are exiting the building at an alarming rate. We also encounter two very drunk young women trying to sing while crossing the street. Their boyfriends seem to think that the red hand means it's time to cross. A police car bitches them out.

Tif and I head more or less straight home, though I did detour to get something to eat. This would have been unremarkable, except for the guys who came up behind me in the drivethrough, on foot, giggling with each other. They may have been drunk, stoned, or both. It was fabulous entertainment, and I went home giggling. Cherry on top!

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