You're a ball of light and I wake up screaming

[sovay]

DNFMOMD were great. Having pre-ordered my ticket, I now own a hand-screened T-shirt (which I am wearing as I type) and the limited-edition CD of Questions Are a Burdens to Others (which I recommend as enthusiastically as last year's The New Number 2); I have also a hardcover of Christopher Fry's A Sleep of Prisoners (1951), but that's because I found it at Rodney's while waiting for the first band to go on. They performed nearly their entire catalogue so far, more or less in order of airdate. Their special guest was an immense white balloon, clearly a descendant of Rover, which bellied ominously at the back of the stage until it popped rather suddenly between the last two songs, leaving a drift of latex dust in the spotlights. They did not play my favorite song off the new EP, but that's what future shows are for? I'll forgive a lot from a band that signs off with "Be seeing you."

Due to rising pain levels, I did not stay for Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys, but enough people in the audience (with or without bunny ears) told me I should that I might have to check them out. Recommendations?

And last night I dreamed of beginning to make love with someone who in waking life is off-limits; then I fell back asleep and dreamed of someone else I know, who was telling me their real name was not the one they went by. Seriously, these are some of the most boring dreams I can remember in years. Can we get back to the sunken cities and shape-changers already? I'm starting to worry.

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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I think I like them, but I am not certain, yet. The video is certainly worth the price of admission...

[sovay]

I think I like them, but I am not certain, yet.

I can see why you're not sure, although I like the combination of dreamy indie fuzz-rock with dismemembered dolls and bleeding cartoons. Killed all the kids . . .

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you had a good time, and collected pleasant new t-shirt, CD, and book. Sorry you weren't able to stay through the later act.

It sounds as if you're getting dreams that resemble my dreams. I wish I could report sunken cities and shape-changers, but all I can report is a vague feeling that I dreamt of schedules written on sheets of thin zinc alloy before being awakened by my parents discussing in the next room how the new version of Internet Exploder has supposedly vanished away my father's Yahoo favourites.*

*I suspect they are still there somewhere, but I've not gone to look for them yet. I wish they would take this as a sign they should switch to Firefox. I didn't install it in English on their machine for _my_ convenience, after all.

[sovay]

a vague feeling that I dreamt of schedules written on sheets of thin zinc alloy before being awakened by my parents discussing in the next room how the new version of Internet Exploder has supposedly vanished away my father's Yahoo favourites.

Zinc alloy: the modern-day curse tablet?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Zinc alloy: the modern-day curse tablet?

I think that was probably where my subconscious got the idea, yes. I think they may've been train schedules. They were meant to be new, as near as I could tell, but were the dull dark grey colour of the First World War-era zinc coins I collected as a child.*

*Or perhaps they were almost glowing when they first appeared? I don't know how much of this is my conscious mind filling in the blanks with bits of "Well, what ought a zinc alloy train schedule to look like?"

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Walter Sickert was one of the Ripper suspects (the misgynistic artist, if memory holds); his drawings creep me out. So I have no good associations to lend this band, but don't hold that against them.

...It wasn't my wife, was it?

[sovay]

...It wasn't my wife, was it?

No, it was somebody's husband. I don't think my subconscious could get more conventional if it tried.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Perhaps more Szechuan hot pot just before bed.

[sovay]

Perhaps more Szechuan hot pot just before bed.

I don't think I could be hurt by more Szechuan hot pot in general.

[kenjari.livejournal.com]

I love Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys - their instrumentation gives them a really rich and unusual sound, and I'm quite fond of the way Walter sounds like a demented combination of Nick Cave and Colin Meloy (of The Decemberists, whom I also love). I particularly like their songs "Viktagraph", "Planet Killer", and "Pale Horse". I also think their version of "Sam Hall" is great - it's got a klezmer feel.

[sovay]

I love Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys - their instrumentation gives them a really rich and unusual sound, and I'm quite fond of the way Walter sounds like a demented combination of Nick Cave and Colin Meloy (of The Decemberists, whom I also love).

Okay, that does make them sound like a band I should listen to.

I also think their version of "Sam Hall" is great - it's got a klezmer feel.

Hmm.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

I think I may have gotten your dream, then. (I think it was that night, anyway). It involved magic users, a St. Patrick's Day party, sex, someone else being beaten to a pulp by a jealous brother, and an oversized, very odd-ly constructed bathroom attached to a bedroom that was possibly a bit smaller than it was.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

oh, and someone with an improbable germanic/celtic name.

[sovay]

oh, and someone with an improbable germanic/celtic name.

Yeah, I think you're right.