Tuesday, October 31, 2006
The much-yearned-for partying season got back into full swing from last Friday. Those of us in Belfast ramped it up in a leisurely, tortoise-paced style for Lambchop, but followed it with the full-on techno workout (seriously, I felt like a million bucks the next morning) that was Magda at the Stiff Kitten. Back home, we heard reports of drunken disarray for Fionn's 21st celebrations on Friday night, meaning at least one of our team members on here missed the revelling boat that was the party in Ramelton on Saturday (Aidan, I'm looking in your hungover direction).
Daithi mentioned that he thought Lambchop were a bit self-indulgent when they played in Letterkenny those many moons ago. I was at that gig, and only getting into the 'Chop at that stage, and most of what I remember was people being annoyed and leaving. I must admit though, that while my tastes at that point were still firmly confined to the paddling pool of development, I liked what I heard. Since then, Lambchop have gone on to join that clubhouse in my brain for musical artists that I think will always be my favourites. I love Kurt Wagner's turn of phrase, I love their glorious warm instrumentation, and I love something they have which is very hard to find in a lot of music - subtlety. They didn't disappoint on Friday night, and I'll have to get my hands on the new album soon, because what they played from it sounds fantastic. Highlight of the show, for me at least, was "My Blue Wave" and "The Daily Growl", two of my favourite songs, both from one of my favourite albums, Is A Woman.
Post-Lambchop, we legged it to The Stiff Kitten, where Phil Kieran was whipping the crowd up like cream for the appearance of Magda. Her straight-up techno set was a joy to behold, and tough work for the old dancing stamina. Plenty of ideas for what would turn out to be my utterly incompetent spell on the ones-and-twos the following night.
And, for those of us who managed not to mangle ourselves with all the silly shenanigans, what fun we had. House parties are always the best parties. Add: (1) some marvellous costumes (I think Ian Paisley deserved the prize for best dressed), (2) delicious food, (3) horse-loads of booze, (4) stonking tunes (I somehow managed to get Audion and Alex Under rattling the walls, in spite of being what you might describe as out of my mind; Dano had the never-fail Kernkraft 400 and Four Tet's Arab Strap remix as just a few of his highlights), and (5) practically all your best friends, as well as some new ones, and hey presto, you've got a night to remember...
Roll on En-ger-land...
Thoughts of Tugboat at 4:24 p.m.