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A Sound that Rushes over me.
Dec. 14th, 2001 01:37 pmI went to the last VNV Nation/Icon of Coil date in Edmonton at New City Suburbs with my pal craig, The Minister of the Sinister. That crazy bastard. He screamed up highway 2 like letting the needle drop below 130 kmh was a mortal sin...
And Rad--oh, Rad--he wants us to go to dinner, so we head over to Eastbound and start in on the sake. I recommend Yamaguchi Sky, btw. It's real lovely. and so are the People at eastbound. do check it.
Then we stumble over to Suburbs. Icon of Coil is already playing. it's 9:30! We get into the crowd and start moving - I demonstrate the Get Off My Boots, Fanboy dance for Rad, Who then exhorts me to do the My Little Pony Dance. Hell and Damnation! There isn't enough room--so I do the Peter Murphy Bendyman dance instead.
Icon of Coil are pretty good. Their lead singer is a hella good hottie. And for an encore they covered Headhunter and the crowd went mad.
I think that's when I started thinking about Eshva--how she would have loved this if I hadn't strangled her with her own hair. (writers.) Icon of Coil took a break. Rad bellied us up to the bar for some Shirley Temples (too much sake, we were dancing.) AmberAmber and her sister stopped by for a visit, and we all just talked about things. Then VNV nation got ready to start.
I'm glad this show was in Edmonton. Calgary people are too concerned with looking cool - this crowd wanted to dance and clap their hands and scream. And so we did. Part of my mind disengaged for a bit to think about my early goth scene years in the 80's spent in Edmonton and a bit in Vancouver for my genesis. But most of me was pogoing and doing the GOMBF dance and yelling the lyrics because Ronan said that he'd be honoured if we snag mith him.
"And if rain bring winds of change,
May it rain on us forever."
They did some crazy stuff - Deliverance. The Desert Peach and her riding crop (Someone EXPLAIN to me why people who don't know one end of a crop from the other are always dragging them along to places where they will be surrounded by people who are experts with them - and left their crops at home? Bah.) The girl who kept popping out of her cheap corset (At first, I was staggering under the inadequacy my clotheshorse self felt at not having a corset on. as the evening and several examples of workmanship went by, I was happy with the fact that I wasn't wearing one, didn't need one, would have been jawdrop if i had one but still.) and Ronan playing Joy for us because we were so goddamn cool.
And then it was over, and we're bellied ur to the bar again. I have a boddington's and it reinforces my drunkness--I announce that I want to talk to the lead man of Icon of Coil. I indicate this by saying, "I wanna touch a Norwegian." This is very funny to drunk folk. (I did touch him. and he touched me back. Oh Mr. Wolf, what soft hands you have. Now don't be thinking *that*, it was all very chaste, he only touched my hands, so there.)
Somewhere in there we had some absinthe.
IT's only recently legal in Alberta, but we leapt at the chance, of course. and as the licorice and menthol taste went down my throat, I heard a voice whisper, brushing my ear with the wings of ravens - "The third drink makes you see things as they really are."
Eshva.
Of Course.
And Rad--oh, Rad--he wants us to go to dinner, so we head over to Eastbound and start in on the sake. I recommend Yamaguchi Sky, btw. It's real lovely. and so are the People at eastbound. do check it.
Then we stumble over to Suburbs. Icon of Coil is already playing. it's 9:30! We get into the crowd and start moving - I demonstrate the Get Off My Boots, Fanboy dance for Rad, Who then exhorts me to do the My Little Pony Dance. Hell and Damnation! There isn't enough room--so I do the Peter Murphy Bendyman dance instead.
Icon of Coil are pretty good. Their lead singer is a hella good hottie. And for an encore they covered Headhunter and the crowd went mad.
I think that's when I started thinking about Eshva--how she would have loved this if I hadn't strangled her with her own hair. (writers.) Icon of Coil took a break. Rad bellied us up to the bar for some Shirley Temples (too much sake, we were dancing.) AmberAmber and her sister stopped by for a visit, and we all just talked about things. Then VNV nation got ready to start.
I'm glad this show was in Edmonton. Calgary people are too concerned with looking cool - this crowd wanted to dance and clap their hands and scream. And so we did. Part of my mind disengaged for a bit to think about my early goth scene years in the 80's spent in Edmonton and a bit in Vancouver for my genesis. But most of me was pogoing and doing the GOMBF dance and yelling the lyrics because Ronan said that he'd be honoured if we snag mith him.
"And if rain bring winds of change,
May it rain on us forever."
They did some crazy stuff - Deliverance. The Desert Peach and her riding crop (Someone EXPLAIN to me why people who don't know one end of a crop from the other are always dragging them along to places where they will be surrounded by people who are experts with them - and left their crops at home? Bah.) The girl who kept popping out of her cheap corset (At first, I was staggering under the inadequacy my clotheshorse self felt at not having a corset on. as the evening and several examples of workmanship went by, I was happy with the fact that I wasn't wearing one, didn't need one, would have been jawdrop if i had one but still.) and Ronan playing Joy for us because we were so goddamn cool.
And then it was over, and we're bellied ur to the bar again. I have a boddington's and it reinforces my drunkness--I announce that I want to talk to the lead man of Icon of Coil. I indicate this by saying, "I wanna touch a Norwegian." This is very funny to drunk folk. (I did touch him. and he touched me back. Oh Mr. Wolf, what soft hands you have. Now don't be thinking *that*, it was all very chaste, he only touched my hands, so there.)
Somewhere in there we had some absinthe.
IT's only recently legal in Alberta, but we leapt at the chance, of course. and as the licorice and menthol taste went down my throat, I heard a voice whisper, brushing my ear with the wings of ravens - "The third drink makes you see things as they really are."
Eshva.
Of Course.