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Yesterday was a triumph of a day.

Firstly, on impulse at lunchtime I went for a wander around Cargo on TCR and in their sale purchased a black mock-croc tea tray. Awesome or what? I mean, yes, okay, it's a tea tray, and at that you're all shaking your alternative-as-anything heads and sharing concerned glances of the 'Ohmygod, the bourgeois domesticity bug has bitten this one hard. What price integrity, rockstardom, scuzziness?' sort, I know, but come now, it's not just a tea tray, is it? It's a black, mock-croc tea tray, which is just cool on a stick if you ask me. I bet Ozzy has black mock-croc tea trays, or would want one if someone happened to mention them to him. Anyway, I'm terribly pleased, and keep glancing across to it as it sits next to me on my desk and smiling.


Getting back to yesterday, I was still flushed with the glory of my faux-saurian acquisition when I set out for Hammersmith to see QotSA. Now it's only a couple of months since the last time I saw / wittered about them, but hell, they're pretty much my fave band of the moment, so I was well up for a second fervid dollop of nice Mr Homme's psych. Before that, though, there was dinner.

Pre- gigs at the Odeon, I have made a habit of late of going for food and warm-up to the Stonemasons' Arms, which is not terribly far from the venue, but nonetheless manages to be off the beaten track and normally entirely beyond the brutish ken of the average gig-goer. Nothing could be nicer than stealing away from the slack-jawed slobbering black-clad masses picking disconsolately over their grim listeriaburgers and uninspiring six packs of flaccid lager and nipping instead to a really rather exciting gastro-pub that one happens to know for some truly superb food and a couple of nicely-kept pints of Pride (oo, tangent, but do you ever feel at some slightly subconscious level as though you're registering homosexual solidarity whenever you order a pint of Pride? Or is that just me? Fullers really ought to sponsor Pride, the event).

Anyway, yes, so dinner turned out to be lamb's heart on a bed of mash, shredded red cabbage and carrot with black pudding and a rich jus. I'm a pretty offal sort of person (or at least many people have said that they strongly connect my name with large helpings of tripe), but I've never consumed heart before, or at least only in haggis and that sort of thing where it's all chopped up and you can't really tell what it's like. It's very nice, though: a little like a less harsh and more meaty version of liver. I'd heartily recommend it, although I must admit that - in me at least - that odd intimacy of consuming such a vital and culturally-charged organ does start you down the road of thinking about your worst enemies and what it would be like to rip out their hearts and eat them. And then you realize that that thought is possibly not entirely healthy and begin to wonder if this sort of idle dinnertime speculation is actually quite possibly the way that Idi Amin Dada started out, or Jeffrey Dahmer. And then you compound it all by wondering which you'd prefer to be, given a choice between the two. But all that aside, it really is a wonderful pub and a gorgeous dish and I can't recommend it highly enough, especially before a gig.

So yes, I digress somewhat. As to the gig itself, I'm struggling to find an apt idiom to describe it, but I want to have done and post this before lunch so I won't stick around and polish my similes but just plunge splurgingly and impressionistically in. Basically, it was psychedelic as all hell: a set more trance-like and - oh dear - trippy than November's. I could come up with exotic synaesthetic descriptions caparisoned with chrysoprase and chalcedony and obsidian to describe very precisely and exactly the strange technicolour world that QotSA's mescaline-fuelled rock summons up, but it'd only sound like an accident with a few tabs more than are strictly good for one and a Boys' Book of Minerals, and you'd just chide me for a dubious hippy, so I shan't do that. Instead, I'd say that there were moments of almost supreme intensity, particularly in those songs which allowed themselves the luxury of a lengthy, mantra-like, build-up. But conversely, some of the strongest moments of the night were the fast stompers; hard, heavy songs from the first three albums thudding seventiesly into the audience's collective brain and inducing the sort of mass Dionysiac euphoria which I'm sure is the stuff of Nuremberg rallies and the like but which I've only ever experienced in heavy rock concerts.

Sure, there were points which were less entirely fantastic: the opening song was something plodding and new which I didn't know and which was entirely inappropriate, and there was a point about a third of the way in when things got a bit dull and samey, but the last half of the gig was superb and sublime, Caliban supping on honeydew and drinking the milk of paradise or that sort of rather carried-away (not to mention mixed) metaphor, you know what I'm like.

All-in-all, then, jolly splendid.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Thank you! All a bit breathless and stream-of-consciousness, but if I stop to think then I hardly ever get as far as posting. I guess it shows! ;)

Date: 2008-02-12 01:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moral-vacuum.livejournal.com
My father used to cook lamb hearts with sage and onion stuffing - yummy. Best served with a squeeze of lemon juice.

Date: 2008-02-12 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
I think I've only ever eaten the hearts of rabbits. They're jolly nice, though.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
That sounds really good. I imagine they're only to be found in proper butchers, though?

Date: 2008-02-12 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
I think my local Morrison's sells lambs' hearts, although I odn't think they do lamb chops. Odd.

Date: 2008-02-12 11:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moral-vacuum.livejournal.com
You may need to shop around. However, staggering up to the butchery counter screaming "I want something's heart, and I want it NOW!" will probably get you arrested.

Date: 2008-02-12 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
*grin* You manage to combine the verbal stylings of a young but old-fashioned and privately-educated CofE curate with the musical sensibilities of a grubby rocker. It's an interesting mix.
You should have come to 30 Seconds to Mars; they were very pretentious, and I suspect you'd have liked that. Especially the beginning, with the drummer projected onto the curtain across the front of the stage, beating out the big bits of Oh Fortuna (Oh fortuna Boom boom Velut Luna Boom boom...).
Also, I'm not sure "seventiesly" was actually a word until just now. But I suppose it is now. :-)

Did they have purple mock croc tea trays?

Date: 2008-02-12 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Sorry, only black. There were place settings in mock croc too, but they weren't quite as cool.

Will I have heard any 30 Seconds to Mars? I think I only know the name from you and Melanie talking about them, but I may have heard them without knowing it at some point if they've had a hit.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
Erm, if you watch Kerrang TV, you'll probably have heard From Yesterday (it has a ridiculously long and pretentious video involving swordfights in feudal China) and possibly A Beautiful Lie (pretentious video shot above the Arctic Circle and exhorting us all not to melt the icecaps).
I'm not sure it would be your sort of thing, musically, to be honest, it's probably a bit emo for you. Jared's hair is too short, or too long, his dress sense is too designer-y, and he really doesn't have any songs about how ace girls are and how they all ought to shag him quite a lot.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
And also, he's not Jordan Catelano in it. Most importantly. ;)

Date: 2008-02-12 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
*heh* I'm not sure him being Jordan Catalano would make it much more Simon's sort of thing, would it?

(Blimey, he was playing, what, a 16-year-old when he was in his twenties, and Clare Danes actually _was_ about 16; that's somehow very wrong. But then this is the man recently papped snogging Paris Hilton, so perhaps one shouldn't be surprised.)

Date: 2008-02-12 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Um, who? What? I'm losing the thread a bit here.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
Jared Leto (lead singer of 30 Seconds To Mars) first got famous playing a character called Jordan Catalano, who was the love interest in an American teen-drama called My So-Called Life, starring Clare Danes. It was actually quite good, in a faintly Indie way, and therefore got canned after the first season.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Oo, pah, some bands I listen to don't talk about that sort of thing at all, although admittedly most of my favourite ones do address that particular muse.

Hmm, may or may not have seen them on Kerrang. It all blurs into one a little if you watch for any length of time and it's hard to pick out which is which.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
There's lots of their stuff on Youtube (http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=30+Seconds+To+Mars&search_type=), if you're interested.

30STM tend to do angsty pseudo-political stuff about how being American isn't really all that, and about space and stuff. Not girls and booze and rock'n'roll.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Hmm, sounds a bit intellectual for the likes of me.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
I'd say very definitely pseudo-intellectual. Their target audience is mostly under the age of 17, after all, and it really doesn't take much to convince an emo kid that one is deep, intellectual, and utterly spiritual, in a desperately cool, rock'n'roll sort of way.

Date: 2008-02-12 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com
30 Seconds To Mars really don't sound very emo to me. At least not the first album (the only one I've heard). They just sound like a really poor man's Tool. Prog-metal stuff basically.

Date: 2008-02-12 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kantti.livejournal.com
I used to go to the Stonemason's Arms every now and then! They had exotic things like crocodile when I last went. (Perfect for tea trays, really.)

Date: 2008-02-12 03:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
It's a really nice pub, and I'm so pleased to have discovered it. And weirdly quiet for somewhere so good and so close to Hammersmith.

Date: 2008-02-12 02:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarahofthedead.livejournal.com
Weird, I was poking around Cargo/Heals/various other shops on TCR at lunchtime; could have bumped into you!

Date: 2008-02-12 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
We must only just have missed each other. I was in the Pier as well, and that other one which is in-between Cargo and the Pier. And all with sales on too: dangerous stuff.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
This Domestic!Simon is scaring me... if you start buying wicker furniture I reserve the right to perform an exorcism.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Actually, they were selling off lots of wicker chairs cheaply in the Pier. I have enough chairs already, but it didn't stop me eyeing them up a bit, I have to admit. Very much the aesthetic house beautiful, that sort of thing.

Date: 2008-02-12 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
The mock-croc thing is so very you. This strange mixture of ridiculously English and RAWK.

You have to use it not to serve tea but whisky, though. 'Cos tea's NOT ROCK.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
It really was quite a find. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to have it!

But we'll have none of your nonsense: tea is deeply and emphatically rawk, so there.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
No, no it's not. Black coffee strong enough to stand a spoon in is rawk. Tequila shooters are rawk. Irish coffee is rawk. Having screwdrivers (the drinks, not the tools!) with your breakfast is rawk. Skipping breakfast altogether and 'getting up around seven, get out of bed around nine' is rawk.

Tea is meek and mild and very definitely NOT rawk. Sorry, hon.

I mean, it's lovely stuff. Just not rawk.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
You're talking to a man who has tried to declare prunes the new rock'n'roll; I fear your logic (which is good logic) will fall on deaf ears. :-)

Date: 2008-02-12 03:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
I like prunes, but they're SO NOT rawk. I mean, dried fruit usually used as laxatives by the chronically constipated is something that could never, ever be rawk.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
I'm sure I never said they were rawk. But they are the party food of the future. Call them sun-dried plums if it helps you to free yourself of traditional prejudices against their pruney goodness.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
You so did say they were R'n'R!

Date: 2008-02-12 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Did I? Oh, but I do talk a very great deal of nonsense; you really don't want to go believing it, you know.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sushidog.livejournal.com
*grin* I rarely believe anything you say without independent verification, and this is no exception; I don't think prunes are at all rock'n'roll, in spire of your protestations.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kixie.livejournal.com
Well, I hope those parties include a large amount of loo roll...

Date: 2008-02-13 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moral-vacuum.livejournal.com
Food of the future, eh.

So in effect you are saying "Start a new movement - eat prunes"?

Date: 2008-02-13 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
*Ba-doom, tish*

:)

Date: 2008-02-12 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nisaba.livejournal.com
After we move, that pub is pretty much going to be our local.

Date: 2008-02-12 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Really? Fantastic! I'm horribly envious! But you're both going to get so fat and happy! :)

Date: 2008-02-12 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kantti.livejournal.com
The Anglesea Arms will be near you too, then, and it's fantastic. The menu is less exotic than the Stonemasons', but the food is sooo delicious. I miss the Anglesea.

Date: 2008-02-12 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Shall have to try that next time I'm down there. Ta.

Date: 2008-02-12 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girfan.livejournal.com
Great review! It certainly made me wish I was there. :)
What is the decor of your new place-out of Africa?

Date: 2008-02-13 10:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
Sort of decadent 1890s meets 1987-ish Sunset Strip...

Date: 2008-02-12 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinkiemcpinkie.livejournal.com
Sounds like a rocktastic tea tray! :)

Date: 2008-02-13 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
It is the metallest tea tray ever. Rah. \m/

Date: 2008-02-13 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_alexandra_/
>Lamb's heart

I'm cooking lamb's hearts for a dinner party I'm having tomorrow night - being Valentine's Day and all - how was your one cooked? I was thinking roasted stuffed with a quite basic stuffing... hmm...

Date: 2008-02-13 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] childeric.livejournal.com
I think they were just fried through, although that seems a bit basic for quite a swanky gastro-pub. To be absolutely honest, I don't remember, which is a bit poor. Roasted sounds good.

Date: 2008-02-15 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] telemeister.livejournal.com
Please excuse me, young sir, adding you to my friends list. If you object, I can remove you, but your journal looks interesting to me.

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