This was like the opening night of The Studio, and I won tickets off the Export Gold website. I don't know why I bothered entering, I guess I just like to win stuff. I kinda think they were just telling everyone who bothered to enter that they won though, so that the place would fill up and have a buzz going on for it's opening night. I mean, who would've been so stupid as to spend the $10 they were asking on the door to see these no-name fucking bands??!!
No one wanted to go with me, so I practically had to beg Dymo to come with me. The e-mail they'd sent telling me I'd won, and the lady who'd rang me to tell me I'd won were very very specific that the doors opened at 19:30 and the gig started at 20:00. I've heard bullshit like that before, but I figured it'd start by about 20:30 if they were so insistant it would start early, and got there around 20:15. Of course, it was utter bullshit. Not only that, they kept everyone out in this shitty little front bar, which slowly filled to the brim. It had fuck-all seating, and me and Dymo had to content ourselves with leaning against a wall until they finally let us into the main area at about 21:30.
Export Gold has a big controlling interest in this bar, and so when you walk into the main area it's in the revolting Export Gold colour scheme of brown and gold. The bar was down one wall, the big stage was at front, and there was absolutely no seating. The two upstairs levels which did have seating were off-limits, and I was pretty fucked off and thinking I really shouldn't have bothered coming, and I kept apologising profusely to Dymo for dragging him out to this.
Nephew came on about 22:00 - it was the singer from Goodshirt playing solo with a guitar and some kinda synthy-electronic kinda thing. He was shit, really, and he had to keep looking at his fret-board every time he changed chord. He finished off with a song off the new Goodshirt album, which was being released the next week, and the whole thing felt like some really unconvincing ad.
Next up were Revolver. People were dancing a little, and grooving and nodding their heads, and I thought "You're all fucking mental. This is so lame and tired". Revolver are yet another one of those rock bands, a five-piece with a keyboard player. What I didn't get, as they pranced around the stage with their bland fucking songs, is why they think that they, a no-name rock band that no one has even heard of, should have the right to walk around the stage striking classic stereotypical rock-god poses? Their songs didn't even have any hooks!
Needless to say, me and Dymo left before they'd even finished. It was late, and lame, and we had better places to be.
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