Brixton Bastards and Electric Wizard
It’s been a while, but I don’t want you to forget me – so here I am blogging. I still don’t have internet access at home, so I’m sitting in an internet cafe typing this. I’ve never been inside one before, so this is a new experience for me. I’m sitting next to some Nigerians.
Lots of things have happened since I last posted, so many things in fact, that I don’t really know where to start. I’m not feeling too hot at the moment – as I have a bit of a cold – and no one suffers as much as me when they have a cold, do they? I’m also seriously skint, so I’ve vowed not to go out to the pub this week in order to save some dosh.
The only thing is, I hate being in; I just had to go out tonight – but there’s not a lot to do in Camberwell when you have no money. I had two options really; the first one was to go out and “clean up the streets”, Jack the Ripper style, then have no memory of it in the morning, but wonder what the mysterious stains on my clothes are. The second was to come to this internet cafe and blog. So here I sit.
I’m tempted to logon to JizzHut.com just to see the reactions of the Nigerians.
So, a couple of weeks ago I had a really great weekend – I went to the London Tattoo Convention and got a couple of new tattoos – then I had a text from someone really cool. It was the kind of text that comes completely out of the blue, totally unexpected, and puts a smile on your face. These are the moments that I live for. I met up with them the next day, the sun was shining (highest temperatures in London for October ever!), and it felt good to be alive. The following week was also good, but then I found out that one of my best mates had been beaten up really badly in Brixton and ended up in hospital. I had been out with him the same night. Since then it feels like I’ve been on some whacky downward spiral into madeness. I’m exaggerating of course, but it always seems that I have a fun time followed by a diabolical time. If I was on lithium I could be neutral all the time, and I think I’d quite like that. I saw Richard Drayfus being interviewed once (a manic depressive, incidentally), and he said that’s why he chose to be medicated with lithium 30 years ago. And he’s still on it.
However, I’m not a manic depressive and I’m not Richard Drayfus, so lithium probably isn’t for me. Nor am I Charlie Sheen, or I’d probably claim to be “winning” now. Some MDMA or Special “K” would work wonders at the moment, but again, I’m skint.
To end on a high note, the music video above is by Electric Wizard. They’re a Satanic Heavy Metal band, but don’t let that put you off, they’re actually really good. They’ve been around for donkey’s years, whith many lineup changes – and they now include the tattooist, Taz, on bass. He works at London’s Into You studio and has tattoos all over his face and hands (and presumably everywhere else on his body too). I got to talk to him briefly at the Tattoo Convention and he’s a really cool bloke.
I’m hoping to see Electric Wizard in Birmingham at the end of the month – if I can scrape enough money together. It will be on the same night as Halloween Night at a club in New Cross though, which I really want to go to. I’ve not been there for 10 years, and I don’t know if my face would even be welcome there now (for various reasons), and I don’t want to spoil anyone’s night. I’d dearly love to go though. Knowing me, I’ll probably do neither; just sit at home sobbing and wanking.