Bedlam Ballroom!

22 06 2008

It’s been a week since I’ve come back from Belfast’s Bedlam Ballroom event hosted by Tadgh and Hornby, partially because I’ve been super busy and also because I wanted a bit of time to write about it.

I went with Miss Amber Topaz on the flight from London to Belfast and found from leaving the departure gates to going back the next day we were looked after in the BEST possible way. We were picked up from the airport to be set down gently in a nice little B&B not too far from the venue and taken out for a meal before the gig. The gig was GREAT! Probably one of the best gigs I’ve been in, in a long time. Bella Go-Go performed along side Amber and I; if you see she’s in a show try to see it. She’s one of the best newcomers (in that way I mean someone who’s been around for under 2 years).

The venue was huge and full of people adhering to the military circa wwll theme. It was the first time I got foot stomping alongside clapping and hollering during my bow and the show they were treated to deserved it.

Afterwards all of us went down the road to a club and I go-go danced until I hurt my neck. Bwahhhh hahaha. It’s not that funny cuz it still hurts but man, oh man did we have a great time dancing!

And then I drank til I was drunk…..

11 06 2008

I was a “lift operator” in some silly bell girl outfit last night for a benefit at a swanky Karaoke bar. I didn’t eat very much and kept asking for champagne. I was by no means pissed on the job but when I was done and more friends of mine arrived…. at least is was Moet and not some shitty sparkling wine…. and I didn’t get in any silly arguments with strangers. I’m a silly, silly, silly bilious little lady and paid the price this morning when I was running to answer the phone/wake-up call and stubbed my damned pinky toe on the bedroom wardrobe door. ACK!!! Now it’s all puffy and funny and probably broken.

Lesson learned: Don’t drink and run around the house in the morning the next day.

Back From Spain! LA BRUTA FEST!

9 06 2008

How Spanish businesses function on an international level will befuddle me forever. Don’t get me wrong, I loved going there the two times I went and everyone was hospitable…. but the hours they keep!?! I’m still recovering from the weekend performing at La Bruta Fest celebrating the 10th anniversary of El Beasto Records, but I won’t blame it entirely on the celebrations. Those people ALL stay out until the butt crack of dawn!!!!

This is me on the train. i eat crappy food at 5amThe sad breakfast.

I left home around 5am to get the Stanstead Express to Stanstead, got absolutely butt fucked by Ryanair’s extortionist practice of charging for extra luggage weight (think around 200 sterling and picture my jaw drop and trying not to curse up a STORM) and flew into Santiago de Compestela. The lovely Silvia who runs El Beasto Records along with her partner Alberto, picked me up. Between her decent english and my shitty spanish skills our 40min car ride to a Coruna led us to the conclusion that Dead Moon is the best band ever. I also think she thinks I’m mad.

At the hotel I dropped off the face of the planet for a VERY long siesta interspersed with watching the French Open. I then went to the venue and sat alone looking at the lovely (and surprisingly chilly) town of A Coruna. I was stupidly thinking that a northern town on the coast would be warmer than it was and turned out to only have one boiler suit that suited the weather. I was stinky when I came home.

This was one nice walk to the venue.

Before the event commenced, Alberto, being the good host and promoter that he is, took whoever wanted to have dinner out to a place near the hotel. Members of the Morlocks and the Phantom Keys were there along with the Morlocks driver Kosak from Czechoslovakia. I mainly spoke to Nick and Johnny from the Morlocks. I completely got my American dude fix from them. There are certain personalities that I rarely get to interact with in London simply because of reference points and cultural familiarity and it’s great food for the heart when I a little homesick to talk to countrymen. I also found out Johnny had played with Butt Trumpet which pretty much made my day seeing that I had JUST played them for some workmates that week and hadn’t really thought of the band in …. a decade at least?

The gig was great! The Morlocks did their magic and then I went on and shook my shit, then the mighty

Fuzztones rocked the venue. Sometime during the day the sound guys lost his mind so the Fuzztones and I never got to return to stage which was disappointing.

I love the tiny divine mess of a burlesquer’s dressing area.

It was a VERY long time before I went to bed and the after party was fun.

The next day was much of the same; I think I slept in until well into the afternoon and then took a walk around the city and along the playa. Fucking gorgeous place. I got to know the Phantom Keys guys a lot better at dinner. I was sad to have missed their show the night before I arrived but it was cool hanging out with them. Marky and I shared a joke about Scandis being stoic.

There were fewer people the second night but the venue was still full and The Moving Sounds and The Flaming Sideburns were really fun to watch. I got to know Parsely from the Moving Sounds and found out he lives in London…… and his name is PARSLEY!!!!!!!!!

La Bruta!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you Antonio, Silvia and Alberto for looking after me.

Roi and Marky from the Phantom Keys the Phantom Key and Fancy

Heroes of the evening

Burly Quest

3 06 2008

The show last Friday went REALLY well! I’m so happy about it and how it turned out. My thoughts about the direction of BurlyQ had been realized. I’ll have footage of the show once my dear friend has edited some stuff together.

Being a slightly paranoid and insecure person I wondered how many people were going to show up early in the night but as I was grabbing some final things from my house just before putting on my face at the venue, I passed by the last cash point before the club and saw people in silver and tin foil outfits. Those were my people! I felt a sense of joy and accomplishment and was proud to be associated with a group of folks who wanted to participate in our night rather than just watch.

Here’s a video with music by Petra Haden that truly represents my inner soul and secret desires and fears. For those of you who may know me the song is not only part of my DNA but the sentiments of this video apply to my comrades and I to a T.