A week and a half ago I went and saw The Chills at the Monte Cristo Room. The Monday after that, I was at Deerhunter’s gig at the same venue. Then four days later I went to my mates’ gig at Kings Arms in Newton (Glass Owls, Artisan Guns, Teacups). It feels super weird because I’ve waited threeeee loooong years to finally be able to do this: get intro R18 gigs at pubs – Jono said to me that “it’s so much easier getting in now that you’re 18”, since I used to have to tag along with them – without having to rock up with my mates’ bands like 3-4 hours prior for soundchecks and set ups, and pretend I’m their roadie or something. As The Strokes put it best with their debut, Is this it?
And my favourite photo so far from Friday night:
In between the late nights, early trainings and other stressful shenanigans I’ve been up to, during study class in the library last week I started scribbling in my notebook again, jotting down ideas and tangents that come into my head, potential lyrics. I don’t want to spoil anything, because the wheels of musical/band projects are fiiinally beginning to turn, so here’s a semi relevant chunk, seeing as it was inspired by Deerhunter last week:
You called, you said, you came,
Hunter, you’re a dear,
I’m a hunter you’re a dear,
do you want to be chased/chaste again?
You walk, in this ethereal forest,
through smoke and rays.
Hunter, be my dear,
we’ll say they never saw us.