oh, my aching legs

As expected, last night was a blast.  I spent most of the night dancing my arse off (if anyone finds it, please let me know) and am surprised my legs will hold me up today.  If i look, i half expect to have quads like Arnie Schwarzethinger today.

The crowd size seemed just right this time - busy enough to have a good energy but uncrowded enough to be able to actually fit on the dance floor (well, most of the time).  And the music was gorgeous - gothier and glammier than a glammy gothy thing, and properly appreciated as it should be.  Nothing warms the old cockles like seeing a whole room dancing to the likes of Nina Hagen's 'Smack Jack' or The Cramps' 'Zombie Dance'.  Except perhaps being reminded of the wonderfulness of songs like the Bolshoi's 'Away' (which i'd forgotten all about) or Christian Death's 'Electra Descending'.

About the only bit i didn't enjoy so much was when i was djing.  It started off okay, with a Birthday Party request that went down pleasingly well (i was wondering if things like Mr Clarinet would work, and it's encouraging to know folks do want to hear that sort of thing) and was going fine until about the third song in when i managed to knock my cd bag off the table and scattered cds all over the floor.  Thankfully none of them came out of their cases somehow, but between scrambling about trying to gather them all up and getting the next songs together, i got all flustered and then kept making mistakes like queueing the wrong songs and losing the fight with the uncooperative play button (luckily none of the mis-selected songs actually sucked, though they weren't necessarily the right ones for the moment).  Nobody seemed to care anyway, but i didn't end up playing the sort of set i'd planned to and it seemed a bit stale and felt like damage control much of the time.  Ah well, that set i spent all month carefully planning and fine tuning will keep for another time.

Anyway, i got to burn off the stress after that dancing to Lyle's last set (more Nina Hagen!) until the venue said it was time to go home and threatened to release the hounds.  Since it seems we have a kicking out time, i think it might be in order to reintroduce the good ol' Fuck Off Home Song tradition - not any of that Kermit the Frog shit, mind, but something that sounds like a finale (perhaps something anthemic like Mephisto Walz's 'Alle In Ashe' or PiL's 'Order of Death' or frenetic like the Nekromatix's 'Haunted Cathouse') to close the night in style.

 

Cheers to the Poison Dwarfy one for bringing this together.

( Here's what i did end up playing.. )