I went to a pretty good party last night at my local venue.
We where expecting ‘stay sick’ (a monthly psychobilly/ punk party) but that turned out to be next weeks.
Anyway it was pretty sick. They had two drum kits with these lads bashing out to some hip hop tunes with another lad on decks. Real nice 80s detroit hip hop.
At the back of the stage they projecting some really fucked up 70s B horror movies, all weird cults wearing uniforms and getting stuff chopped off – it was odd but kind of worked. A dj came on after they finished and played his own rendititions of classic funk and dusco tunes, even cranked out some talking heads 😀
I had to leave at half one sadly and when I went to get my coat the dj came down stage to give me a kiss goodbye hahaha. He must of liked my dancing (fuck knows how because its laughable)
Btw I hadnt spent any money at this point save my bus fair there, which was a touch.
I grabbed my coat and left to find the nearest cash point and some guys whistled me which was very unsettling, and an older bloke came to tell me I shouldnt be walking around town at this point and he was worried. I said yeah I understand but Im literally just getting a cab home. He insisted that he walk me to the taxi rank and saw me home. Obviously I was suspicious but the walk to the taxi rank was just accross the main road and the streets where busy. We git in a taxi and he got out before me giving me a tenner and said goodbye. What a sound bloke !
So on the downside the night ended sooner than I hoped, on the good side I spend no money, listened to some great beats and awoke hangover/ comedown free !
